Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
Today in its entirety was Arthur and the Tale of the No Good Awful Really Bad Day (only I am not in the advance reading circle of my kindergarten class anymore.)
Today I: woke up too early, arrived too late, sat in pink paint, broke the new necklace I bought with money I’d saved for the occasion, felt ugly and uncomfortable, was refused kisses, was offered a great job I had to refuse due to time constraints, thought about the 7 essays I have due Monday that I am helpless to start until we receive the actual essay questions tomorrow afternoon, got anxiety over the concert I am throwing tomorrow that I still have countless amounts of paperwork and people to go through, hung up on two different people who are important to me, was uninvited to a dinner because my ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend “said so”, admitted defeat, contemplated standing in front of moving traffic, had someone shout to me from across the street “What’s Wrong?” and let them hold me. It is nice to have someone who is willing to meet you in the middle and hold you without having to call them twice and ask.
