So I’m kinda sad right now. I’m actually missing the nice southern California oasis that we seem to have run into in OH. I wonder if this had anything to do with why palm trees and sand popped up in the middle of Cleveland. I can also tilt the Earth — okay, so I can’t. But I do exert my own gravitational pull.
To help deal with my sadness, I decided to redecorate Mohinder’s apartment. See, it’s kind of a funny story how I ran across it, really. I set up a fake myspace account and started searching for him. When that didn’t work, I started doing background checks — you know, I want to make sure my future husband isn’t some kind of weird brain-eating serial killer. When the background checks turned up nothing, I decided to check one last spot. The White Pages. Wow, I should have checked there first! But I’ve been feeling a bit…under the weather for the past few mornings in a row, thanks to partying all night with my friend Sam Adams. And Jack Daniels. Oh, and Jose Cuervo! Can’t forget good ol’ Jose. But that’s beside the point. I finally located Mohinder’s address.
I managed to get into his apartment since one of my good friends is a locksmith. Don’t ask how I got these pictures. I’m not telling! My locksmith friend is also a plumber. That’s Mohinder trying to kill my friend for scaring him. It was a joke, dude! He was seriously just trying to fix your sink. He just happened to know how to get past your locked door. And bug your phone. But only because I asked him to because I care about you so much. Shhhhh! Don’t let Mohinder know I said that! Even though he’ll probably read it. I hope he has a sense of humor!
I thought Mohinder’s apartment looked a bit boring:
(I like the blue lighting a little more. The yellow lighting just…doesn’t seem Mohinder enough. ^_^) But I mean, blah. A map. A desk. A rug. BOOOOOORING. So I took some creative license and someone’s credit card and gave his apartment a complete makeover (with the help of Ty Pennington and Extreme Home Makeover, too. I had to make up a real sad sob story to get them to help, though!) I hope Mohinder’ll be really surprised!
I’m going to hide out in Mohinder’s newly-renovated apartment until he gets back from Virginia. I really hope that mr brainz doesn’t try to make me too jealous. I mean, after all, he did help us paint part of Mohinder’s apartment (before we got here, though. That silly Sylar, always sneaking around to paint on walls like a three year old on crack! Funny, funny.) Just remember the deal we had! If you even touch my Mohinder, you’re not getting any pretty pink things from me, and that includes my chic pink thinking cap. Oh, and if any of you see Mohinder, tell him I have a pair of these waiting for him along with a new tub:
I love Valentine’s Day! I love you all! Even Sylar and mr glasses. Oh, and maybe Claude. But only just a little. (^_^)
~Lana