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
House Guests (edited for long length)
DEAR MALLORY,
I THOUGHT INSTEAD OF LEAVING YOU A REAL NOTE I WOULD LEAVE YOU A STICKY BECAUSE YOU REALLY LIKE THINGS THAT ARE COMPUTER LITERATE.
I CAME TO THE APARTMENT AND WAS APPALLED TO FIND CRAFTS EVERYWHERE (!). YOU ARE SUCH A MESS. (THIS PART OF THE NOTE IS A BAD JOKE.)
ANYWAYS, I GOT MY STUFF AND USED YOUR INTERNET BECAUSE I HAVE YET TO FIGURE OUT AIYA’S WIRELESS. I THINK HER NETWORK IS CALLED “BOOBOO” BUT I DON’T KNOW THE PASSWORD.
ALSO I HAVE ONLY ONE SNACK-FOOD CONFESSION FOR YOU TODAY: 1 BROWNIE BITE. I BOUGHT MY OWN SNACK FOOD ON THE WAY HERE.
XO,
JORDY
P.S. YOUR DOORMAN TOLD ME YOU SAID TO BREAK MY LEGS IF I FORGET ABOUT THE KEY. I SAID I DIDN’T THINK THAT WOULD BE VERY NICE OF HIM SINCE THE BUILDING HAS AN EXTRA KEY. MOSTLY I JUST DIDN’T THINK IT WAS NICE THAT YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD EVER FORGET ANYTHING EVER. LOVE YOU ANYWAYS.
