I was going to say something like:

hey I want to keep things cool at work, but I would prefer if we never spoke again. ever

thanks

and then realized his amount of idiocracy was far too grand to worry with a request

quite smitten with the word whimsies

when I imagine whimsies I take pictures off kittens and jacked lighter collections

if you think that god is a mountain there is no reason to also love the murderers with pitchfork nightgowns in the soft wet of the morning

dancing on salt blocks

deeply considering wrist warmers for this evangelical freeze up in this here

its a whimsies cult:

does god want you to say whimsies

you had me at whimsies

yeah it was just not meant to be

like nothing happened