( private )

Alright, I need shopping assistants who can and will carry large amounts of boxes, bags, etc. and will not bitch. I'm willing to pay minimum wage and provide lunch at a nice restaurant to my minions lackeys helpers.

( Private to Adult and Teen Jude )

Missus God Wady, tan oo maked a Wubbles fowah my Unca Sywah so he no be tad? Fank oo!

I hate this. I fucking hate being pulled in every god damned direction. God fucking hell.
Who are my parents? Are they the pathetic family Gray who could do nothing and who were worth nothing more than what's on the bottom of my shoe, or is it Angela Petrelli, who has treated me with more understanding than anyone? But, at the same time, I can't deal with being lied to, or betrayl. No that doesn't sit well with me at all.
Maybe God's point in all this. Taking away my powers. Maybe it was so I could end my own life and end all the pain I've caused. Not that I care so much about that. But maybe that's what she wants from all of this, because someone else killing me would just be blood on other peoples hands would it not?
Then the Angel Gabriel could return again to heaven, though, I don't know if I would be let in. Sinners aren't allowed through the gates are they, and I am one. One of the greatest, even though I don't regret a single thing I've done. In fact, they're what make me thrive. I live for the things I've done. But it's all gone. Like a king who has lost his kingdom, everything that meant something to me is gone, and I am left with nothing but the shell of my former self and the memories that make me go insane.
I need them back, I can't live without them, but God doesn't seem to think i should live with them either.
I can't exactly say that I would be good if I got them back again, oh no not at all. I live for the feeling of a new power. Learning a new ability, and then learning how to control it. It's what...makes me tick to put it like that.
No, I can't. This, this loss is too great.

I have a headache. Someone come fix me.

Usually this time of year is very stressful, not because of Christmas or gift giving or whatever but The Plan hinges on my grades. So finals are very important, and I keep to a rigid schedule in order to get through them easily and productively. This week I'm facing the gauntlet; History, Women's Lit, and the killer, my term paper is due in English in which I tackle the huge rift between Freud and Jung and how the repercussions are still affecting the profession of psychology today.

This guy I'm dating, here's his list:

1. Soft, floppy hair.
2. Serious and intelligent.
3. Gets his godbox taken away because he's texting dirty jokes, and proceeds to drive the teacher crazy with his magical powers, kept opening the drawer the godbox was in while the teacher wasn't looking.
4. Professional, quality, top-grade kisser.

TOP THAT LAURIE!