What's a girl to do now?

So, my Daddy bit the big one. Sylar sauteed his brain and TRIED to make it an extra value meal and get mine on the side but HA, I'm not a girl with an easy brain to pick now, am I?

But see, that's not even the start of my problems. I mean, I'm free now, right? No grounding, no sneaking around to get dates. No holds on my charge card because Daddy thinks I don't need that new Dooney & Bourke bag. Noooo. I can do what I want, when I want. I should be happy, and giddy and frolicking through some FREAKING DAISIES.

But Noooo. Peter freakin' Petrelli always rains on my pretty pink parade. I thought I was over him, and his cologne and his wonky lip and his...Okay. No. Peter is a meanie mean head who jaded me....but he's....Peter. BIG FREAKING SIGH. When I was laid out because Sylar tried to go human can opener on me. I heard Peter, I felt Peter...I smelled Peter! And I saw? Some creeper who looked a lot like that Weasel whatever guy from that teenage detective show.

So, on top of Peter haunting me. I get FIRED. I don't work for the company anymore because the she Satan Angela Petrelli decided she didn't need my services. Does she expect me to work at McDonalds now?!

I need a job. I...have to fill out applications. I have to MINGLE. Ew, ew, ew. GROSS.

So. I need a new place to live, a new job, some new shoes because I kind of fried my fave Louboutins and as she Satan said..a new life.

I don't suppose you can buy a life at Macy's, can you?