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UGH. Great. That’s the third computer I’ve been through today. Calm thoughts Elle, ooooh! Like the Macy’s three day sale and free latte day at Urth Cafe!
So. Woe is me. Ever since my run in with Creepy Pants McGee, Sylar. I’m… short circuiting and no, I don’t mean like the Steve Guttenburg movie about the robot, but…Ohemgee that movie is so good, right? I mean, it’s…yeah, nevermind. So. Yeah, short circuiting…since you know I’m all unemployed and whatevs I decided to take a trek to visit my dear, sweet, BFF (That was soooo sarcasm)…The Cheerleader from HELL, Claire. She was oh so happy to see me (that was also sarcasm). Dorothy and I were off to see the Wizard! Wait, what does that make me? I’m no ToTo!
Ugh, great, now because I got moody the computer won’t stop telling me it’s going to go into hibernation mode because I fried the battery.
ANYWAYS. I guess I’ll just try and be all, positive as I talk about…Claire. SO, My BEST FRIEND an I hopped a flight to go find these Pinehearst peeps so that I can stop frying everything I touch. I don’t have a job so it isn’t exactly easy to replace iPods and things like that right now. I figure we can go to Pinehearst, they can fix me and then I can go try my hand at being a hand model or something! I was thinking maybe America’s Next Top Hand Models, deffo awesome!
So, Claire and I shared a moment and held hands on the plane (I think she has some weird girlcrush on me) because I nearly took down the whole plane because my powers went all snap, crackle, pop.
Dorothy and I finally trek to Oz and guess who falls out of the sky? No, not a house but Peter freakin’ Petrelli. Claire is all over that in two point five and I’m a little creeped out by their incest is best put your uncle to the test moment. So much for ‘best friends’ she totally hijacked my crush! Then again I don’t know if I really wanna deal with a family that’s all, oh, we’re just very close. Cha-right!
Peter’s trying to win Claire over with his best dramatic performance all gaspy and ouchified talking about how he doesn’t have his powers and what not and hello! LIGHTBULB! They can fix me! They can fix me and my hand model dreams can become a reality!
I felt like I was in that play Wicked (my daddy totally dug it) and Claire was all, oh I’m the good witch I’m gonna be all good and I’m the “bad” witch who totally isn’t bad just misunderstood. Then the good witch is all loved and praised and gets the guy at first and then the ‘bad’ witch has to run off and do her own thing….Yep, Claire and I are like Glinda the ‘good’ witch and Elphaba the ‘bad’ witch…. and minus the song and dance we parted ways.
Claire ran off with my man and now I’m sitting here in the lobby, waiting for them to call my number.
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welcome back! ive missed you!
You’re doing and excellent job of getting that life I suggested you get. Quite frankly, you’re doing a better job of it than I am. Elle Bishop, I slow clap your work.
First, girlcrush? Uh, how about no. And second, Peter is just my… Nevermind. Third, I get to be Elphaba because I know all the words and I’m not running off to an evil company. So there.
If you’re still looking for a job, I could use a new receptionist.
Darling, being green and eloping with a scarecrow are hardly aspirational.
Relish being Glinda – she got the cushy government job in the end, with no shortage of not-nearly-as-smexy-as-Nathan-but-good-enough-for-business-work politicos to fawn over her.
You could consider a career in the Bureau.
But I’m not going to hold your hand if you join.
Girl, you’re too scared!…I like that…