The last words of Niki Psychotic, er, I mean Sanders.

Hi guys! It’s Elle. So like, I was using Daddy’s passwords again and I stumbled upon Niki’s blog by accident because you know…I have’t been stalking her or anything. And well, I just wanted to see what sorts of things she and Nathan Petrelli say to each other when my Daddy gives me a ringy ding and tells me I’m a waste of t- Oh, I mean something along the lines of Niki disintegrated, disappeared…whatever, pick an option. I guess I felt kinda of bad or something (ew) and so I decided to post this entry she never finished. These could be the last words of Niki Sanders and honestly I’m just posting then to point and laugh because HAHAHA. Nathan is mine now…oh, wait…he’s…nevermind, I don’t want to talk about it. I’m now taking boyfriend applications. Hit me up!
~*Elle*~

The last words of Niki Sanders?
I went on my merry way to New Orleans to be reunited with my little man, only to get roped into saving his cousin. I tend to spoil my son, or at least tear the guy in half who wont give him what he wants so he gets what he wants, but I’m not about to do the same for…Martha? Marjorie…MONICA! that’s right. Monica…not about to bail her out either. Things were perfectly fine until Micah’s little snot of a cousin Dalton or whatever the heck his name is decided he wanted to sell Micah’s belongings so he could buy nudy mags for the rest of his life. First off, I’m wary about people I know reading those because pictures I happened to take when I was barely legal often seem to surface…Damnit, Gina.

Micah was upset because DL’s (*sniffles*) medal was in his backpack which Darion didn’t even make any money from. I mean, if he could have gotten a few g’s for the collection I could have been persuaded. DAMNIT JESSICA. Anyway, as I was saying. Micah, my little man, beat the bajesus out of Damian and I was proud and mildly shocked my little nerdypants could throw a punch.

Long story short, Melissa decided to play Hero, and I had to play SUPER Hero and save her. We’re on our way out the door but I stopped at this internet cafe for a latte and some scones. Plus I had to check my MySpace to see if Nathan got some pictures I sent…

So yes. I’m on my way to do what my son dreamed about. My playing Hero…minus the spandex. Now if only he’d stop calling me Susan Storm and Wonder Woman…

You know…I’d look good in spandex, actually.

-Niki