I am a lion.

Anyway, spring is coming to slowly. There are birds to be watched, caverns to be toured, etc. All the while, my research paper hangs like a damn noose just above my head. (Graham Greene, be not proud.)

Dear T.S. Eliot,

Thank you. Also, have you seen Hannah's coffee stirrer?

Love,
Alex

And so it is.

After awhile, the thought of kissing her leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, like stale cigarettes and gin. And you hate the way her body feels and looks and is. So when you say you miss her, are you lying?

Death be not proud.

I'll be standing right here in the rain.

Hey, baby, I don't wanna be your superman. I just wanna be your man, and I'll be super, baby.

I want to shake their shoulders and say, "It's okay, it's okay." But what if I do? And is it better if I don't? It's nice to feel certain about something, at least.

I'd spend the rest of my nights on the floor if it meant...

It don't seem real.

Or maybe I'm too idealistic.

Consider this a letter that I never sent.

I bleed like you. I cry like you. I will die like you. I want what you want. I love like you. I'm more scared than you are. I feel so small when I walk through the halls. And I'd do everything differently if I had the choice.

Does that make me brave?

In other news, I love Hannah Irvin.

An' another thing:

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself - nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance." Franklin D. Roosevelt

Okay, ignore the fact that I just dropped the most widely alluded to quote in US history. And forget that in context, it refers to a nation at war.

I never understood that fully until today. I can identify with it. Let me explain. We're okay. You and I are more than okay. But we're scared, so we push each other away. So, you don't have to worry about my leaving (because I won't, ever). Just don't get too scared, please. Please, please, please.

On and on from the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep, I'll be there by your side. Just you try and stop me.

In other news, that wonderful woman, Governor Sarah Palin (who will henceforth be known as Gran'ma Palin), is angry at Tina Fey. Whatever, Gran'ma. You loved the publicity. That's why you're pitching a fit now, it's an attempt to stay in the media. Look, in six years, you'll get your senate seat. Wait until 2020 to run for president. Ain't no thang.
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Dear Americans,

Why are do 54% of you still support this woman? Do you not know idiocy when you see it?

Love,
Alex

I squeeze my grape; I drink my wine.

Anyway, I guess it's been awhile.

I'm inclined to weep for Pharoah. I picture him, teeth gnashed, sinking with the oldest grief. How could he love a God that took his child? The tragedy is not that Moses was banned from Canaan. It's Pharoah, mourning the loss of his son, while the sea folded over him.

More than anything, I am terrified. I've never felt like I've belonged anywhere the way that I belong with her.

Thought I'd let everyone know: I'm ready for it. A house with a porch, Cohen, Moose, children. I'm ready for it, whenever you're ready for it.