Boom.

Dear Kristen,

Oh how I wish I could have bought you lunch that one time, it would have been super cool to do that being like a bazillion miles away, and maybe could have made me see like a much cooler dude than I am.

I very much enjoyed talking to you, and I know I have become a sucking online friend as of late, but well if it is any consolation I am a sucky IRL friend too from what I have been told. There are so many things about you that seem incongruent with what I loosely call “my view of the world”. You gots tattoos, pitbull(s), are vegan, like rollerderby, and have a fetish for bikes. Now normally, you through those things in a blender and try to serve it to me I assume its 100% shit-sandwich time. But inexplicably those things all sincerely represent facets of who you are, without pretense. I am SO fucking sick of hipsters, AND of people cracking on hipsters, and in general just the whole “lets just beat this hipster horse into the ground” thing it makes me vomit blood. But never the less, the media and interwebs has succeeded in making me hyper-aware of all the calling cards of the hipster sub-set. You my dear have some of those stripes, but you are an animal of a different color all together.

When we had our little afternoon chin wags whilst workin’ I actually felt like I had an office buddy. Someone to gossip with, and pull pranks with, and just in general be forces for good against the workaday hordes surrounding us. Reading you news feed has been great, but really it pales in comparison to gchatting about stupid shit in our day to day lives.

That being said, its not easy to unfriend you from here, but I have an alternative so I can’t really get all bitchy about it. It’s just that now, one or both of us have to actually make a small effort to keep up with whats what in eachothers lives. Which I actually will try to try to do!

Ok, enough blabbering I will bug you later obviously, long live the Killer Wheels!

Today was a great day, but tomorrow our FBfriendship will end,

Curt