Her livejournal is here. I talked to her father. It's real. It's not a melodramatic fake death for attention (and anyone who knew Kristie would know how ridiculous that sounds). A friend of Kristie's is dealing with the aftermath here.

It was kind of random how we met. She sent me a message on OKCupid, saying I had the first name and initial as the man she was currently divorcing. Despite that, we exchanged email for a couple of months, then finally met up in San Francisco (where we found out we had the same hairdresser).

I didn't just like Kristie. I knew her. Kristie and I had a ridiculously common mind. Talking to her could be like having an inner conversation, because she typically knew what I knew and had the same opinion on it. Some times that would get in the way of a joke (it's hard when you know the punchline already) but she made it work.

I can't believe she's dead. I can't believe I miss her so much.