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
Saturday in the Park.
Woke up at Dave’s. Got dressed, I in a skirt and he in sunglasses, and hopped on the subway to the Grand Street Block Party. Dave and a little boy dressed as Spiderman watched each other carefully as Jordan and I bought jumpers and got fitted at Mandate of Heaven. The three of ate tacos on a stoop, window shopped, and pet small dogs. Got floats at the milkshake place near Bedford and headed to the water. Sat on a ledge until the sky turned gray. Jordan and I said goodbye to Dave and caught a train back to my place before getting our hair cut at the nice Japanese place I adore in Chelsea. I ran home after to pick up a book to bring to Dave’s and then went there to fall asleep. [I have a bad memory but this is a nice day I wouldn’t mind remembering when I think about summers.]
