Don’t ask me why, but for some reason, I ended up on Kristen Wiig’s Wikipedia page.
Often happens.
I google something about a movie, song or serial killer, and before I know it, I’m so far down the rabbit hole not even a heavy duty industrial magnet can pull me out even if I were wearing a pair of iron undies (or had cojones of steel).
In any case, from there I clicked through to her website, where I was greeted by a white page with a terrible sketch impression of her (unless that’s what she looks like without make-up), her name scratched in handwriting and a curious message at the bottom of the page, which reads as follows: KRISTEN IS NOT ON TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, FACEBOOK, MYSPACE OR ANY OTHER SOCIAL NETWORKING WEBSITE.
Are. You. Kidding. Me?
For realz?
I could kiss this chick! (If she weren’t married, and if she were closer; I’m not swimming over to Hollywood.)
That like, totally, resonates with me, like, right now!
It’s so good to see someone NOT on social media.
You know what? She deserves a jar of nut butter.
If anyone knows how to get hold of Kristen, and you’re willing to pay the shipping costs, and willing to pay for the jar of nut butter too, get in touch.
She might just appreciate a genuine nut butter that’s sold on taste, not on claims of sustainability.