I am not a horse!

I don't look like a horse, I'm lame at running due to a stress fracture on my heel, and I can't stand sports (except working out). So I'm also not Rachel Alexander who writes about sports for the Washington Post. I drive a Mustang GT but I'm not the fastest driver on the road, got that out of my system in 1996 when I was driving across the country through Montana right after they removed federal speed limits. Nor am I the supermodel Rachel Alexander (too bad for her I bought up all the Rachel Alexander domain names long ago, helps to have brains over beauty). I'm not the pooper-scooper owner of a dog detective in the "Rachel Alexander and Dash Mysteries," (http://www.thrillingdetective.com/alex_rac.html) I don't really like most dogs, I prefer cats. And in case you didn't notice, there is nothing GREAT about the horse; its name is Alexandra, not Alexander.

So if you're thinking that pretending to confuse me with one of these other Rachel Alexanders is a way to get back "in" with me as a stalker, think again! (yes some former stalker really did email me about the horse after 2 years of leaving me alone) I plan to outlast most of these other Rachel Alexanders. The horse will go to some nice old horsies farm eventually, the dog detective author will quit writing, and the supermodel will age or get fat or something. The Rachel Alexander sports writer already got married and mostly goes by her new last name now. As for me, I'm thinking of people names for my next two cats. Vladimir Zhirninovsky? Barack Obama? Jeffey the cat? Senator Jack? (inside facebook joke directed at a couple of guys who have been teasing me, including one who called me a nag)

Rachel Alexandra horse

Rachel Alexander and Dash dog detective mystery series

Rachel Alexander the supermodel

Rachel Alexander Nichols the sportswriter for the Washington Post