"Dear Baby,
Someday I hope someone wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight...they don't try to kiss you, they just want to hold you there in their arms." --Waitress

"I'm tired of being strong."
-Gladiator woman

It shouldn't be so hard to defend my home state from predatory, possibly jealous outsiders. But I am mocked on an almost daily basis from Idahoans, New Jerseyites, and the like. (No fellow Southerner has yet to commit this atrocity I should note here). It may just to give me a hard time, but I find it increasingly difficult to rationalize the harsh stance on anti-environmental standards I've seen in the Lone Star State to carrot-stick eating, public transit-lovin' yankees. It's hard to listen to Southern Baptist jokes from Daoists without cringing at the hint of truth within. But deep down I know (Know!) there are so so many multitudes of reasons why my heart will always belong there...the sunsets,
the friendly waves and beautiful, effortless smiles that I've come to crave in a city crowded with southwestern wannabe's,
the amazing BBQ that cannot be replicated anywhere else...
most of you know that the list is inexhaustible. So on so on.
But it wears me out...like trying to describe love to a canary.