Alex would be awesome if she knew how to pick a football team. Outside of that, she is pretty intense and loud and unruly and I think thats why we get along so fucking well. And now she is gonna be my neighbor again, whoot!

Sometimes I feel like a frightened child, a touch of loneliness creeping it's way into my consciousness. I walk with my shoulders stooped forward, creating a small person out of sinew. I look at Alexandra, her head swept back, shoulders pulled back, chest out. He mother must have sat behind her with a stick, swatting her when she dared stoop.
I'm sorry. I'm a liar. She slouches just as much as the rest of us. I'm not sure why I keep telling these stories about Alex. I've been spreading numerous rumors about her for the last few weeks. I think all of that activity is finally starting to break through.
Yeah, she's cool, but she does walk around like the rest of us. She's not some uber-womansch. Oh and the thing with the mayonnaise, she didn't do that, so you can stop talking about her like she did. And that thing I told you about with the two finches. She did do that. Oh yeah, it's creepy, I know. But every word of it is true.

When she smiles at dogs, they smile back. I should know. I know everything.