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
Tonight 28 of us filled up the party room at the Olive Garden for energy-drink-blogger-and-birthday-boy David Sandyk’s 20th anniversary of being alive. We let him do the ordering, which, in appropriate David Sandyk fashion (pictured above), was “28 rounds of your endless salad and breadsticks deal please. Oh, no entrees. And no, no drinks, thanks.”
Afterwards, we all trekked over to see Hancock and on our way, I ran into Eric Lodwick for the second time this week. We are destined 2 b 2gether 4ever, I guess. (Sup Eric?)
Hayden and I (pictured above several short hours ago) were given free tickets on account of our effortless charm and devestating good looks, otherwise we never would have gone BUT THANK GOD WE DID. Hancock is my new favorite movie of the summer. Move over Iron Man. Best twist since the Sixth Sense. Geez.
