Dear Anonymous,

It is not amusing to pull the fire alarm and evacuate the building in the middle of the night during finals.

Certainly not twice.

So, whoever you are, I hope you're on videotape. I hope they catch you and do things to you that would make the guys at Guantanamo blush. I hope you fail your finals.

Rawr.

Brian is not happy when he's awake and doesn't want to be.

Pray I never find you.

Yours truly,

An (Awake and) Annoyed Resident of Richardson Towers South

My dearest lover,

I wanted to remind you

of my virulent love:


Laughing merrily,

you have no idea how many hours I spent

Poking the night's velvet full of countless twinkling pinholes,

Skipping golden continents across the churning still oceans

into each other,

Building up mountains brick by brick,

and holding My lamp high over all things

green and beautiful.


I gave you life to cherish and love

to shelter,

but you would rather take My

words, dripping from poets' lips,

and bend them into books

full of arcane rules and argue over

whose is most beautiful.


Lover?


Look up

into My eyes

and tell Me that you love Me, too


--it's been such a long time.