Dear Bridget McManus

Dear Bridget McManus,
    You might remember our conversation from last night. I don't know how you could possibly forget it but just in case let me refresh your memory, it went like this:

Alright Alright so, it was a really boring conversation about the weather but it was the coolest boring weather conversation I've ever had! Wait, does four tweets even count as a conversation? Minor details really, I'm still counting it as a conversation. Anyway, I'd just like to say I appreciate you. You and your gayness. When living in a small town in the bible belt it is very rare to spot a sapphic lady. It's dangerous round these parts. I hear some are snatched off the streets, drowned in holy water and then forced to do unspeakable things like wear dresses, eat meat and watch the Bachelor. Some make miraculous escapes to the north or the west while others spend years disguising themselves as Justin Beiber. I wish they would disguise themselves as Kristen Stewart because JBeebz just isn't really my type. Hmmmm maybe I'll suggest that at our next satanic lesbian seance. But I digress, thanks for being normal and out and hysterical. Wish I could come to the Charlottesville show (you should be safe from possible holy water drownings there, it's an awesome college town) but I shall be running at the state track meet. When it came down to jock or Justin I picked jock. My hair wouldn't do that swooshy thing. It's a shame really. Well, best of luck in good ol' Virginia. Say hello to Karman for me!

Love,
Maran Catherine