11
Apr
Dear Adam Bravin,
We sort of started out on the wrong foot, and I’d like to say that it was all media perpetuated, but it was probably perpetuated by me running my mouth off in the press. This is besides the point though, the point is that since then, there was a tour I hopped on where the hatchet was buried, and a discovery that you’re a legit genius, and a drunken evening backstage after you played with Placebo where I suggested that we date because my boyfriend at the time and I were fighting because I was so depressed about Brian Molko looking like Frank Black.
I’m glad we’re friends now. I find you to be funny and clever and kind of adorable. I enjoyed talking to you about music and reading your weird elitist-DJ rants on Twitter.
I liked the stories you told me about your childhood and your dad. I also think it says a lot about you that a lot of your friends appear to be people you’ve known for a while.
Even though my boss asked me to set her up with you, I just want to say…
I wanna fucking tear you apart.
Love,
Sarah
