Oh hi hello there. I'm Mallory Blair. I am a 23-year-old New Yorker, spending most of my time making Small Girls PR run.
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!
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
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I think next Halloween I want to go as Carmen Sandiego. Now I know this is a bit premature, but hear me out… If Dave doesn’t break up with me after I give him his dreaded birthday present next week, I think a good idea would be for him to go as Waldo (which would not be that far of a stretch.) Then we can not show up at parties so everyone can ask “where’s Waldo?” and “where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?” Instead, we can just sit in our respective apartments, being these missing characters. Even better, we wouldn’t have to actually wear the costumes because no one would know but us. Yeah!
