I gotta go jogging or something. I can’t just sit here eating waffles all day, even as yummy as they are. It seems like nearly everyone is elsewhere. Sylar and Mohinder are off on a road trip and Lana’s waiting for them back in New York. Mr. Bennet has stopped by. I wonder if he’ll teach me Canasta. That would be cool, as long as I don’t start seeing stuff or get “collected”. I’m wondering where Claude has gotten to. I really hope that emo Peter guy doesn’t totally depress him. I don’t think he appreciates Claude’s sage advice, or Claude either, for that matter. I haven’t seen Mr. Muggles in the diner since I got here; I usually get on pretty well with dogs.
I’ve switched my look again. I didn’t think I should Goth out again, not yet. At least now I don’t look like a hippy, just kinda average with my baggy jeans and a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Of course I do have a Union Jack on my shirt, but it’s not likely that anyone here at the moment is likely to notice that. *sigh* you have no idea how tempted I am to try glueing a 100 dollar bill to the underside of my table. The thought just occurred to me as I’ve been sitting here, and I recalled an old quote from somewhere “Don’t leave me here or I’ll do something evil like gluing things together.” I can kinda see the appeal, now.
I dunno. Maybe I will go somewhere. I know Claude had left word he was worried about his birds, and whether Peter would take care of them. Perhaps I’ll try and find them and care for them myself, as I figure Peter will be still whining.
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if u stick around the diner u may c me soon! ive had a hankerin 4 a trip down memory lane and sum waffles (hopefully brain flavored. i wunder if they haf that on the menu???)
If you see Sylar, glue him under the table for me.
I dunno if I’ll still be here, then. Besides, how am I gonna glue anything or anyone anywhere, if Sylar decides he wants to eat my brain? He may be stylish, but I dunno if hanging with him alone is such a good idea : /
I flew out from NY to Hollywood over the weekend. Spent most of it drinking before stumbling into the Oscars backstage and stealing Martin Scorsese’s Academy Award.
Someone chewed on my head and didn’t even buy me dinner first. (;_;) I was sad.
Thank you Tarot for offering to watch my birds. Maybe after all this drama is over, I could steal you some dinner.
Claude, thanks, I’d like that. : ) For now stay outta you-know-who’s sight (no pun intended- unless you find it amusing)