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
I am debating between being My 7-year-old Birthday Party or a Cupcake.
For My 7-year-old Birthday Party, I have a denimn strapless dressed wrapped in purple, green and teal tafetta with random pieces of cloth pinned here and there from which hang toy ponies and seashells and heart beads. I will wear my HAPPY BIRTHDAY rhinestone tiara and two buns fixed with bright colored bows and barbie hairclips. I’ll wear pink heart bead necklaces and mary jane shoes and carry around a Happy Birthday barbie doll OR a stuffed animal all night. This could also easily be a Harajuku girl…
For a cupcake I have a white t-shirt with sprinkle splatters on it and the above cap with a veeerrry poofy ruffled dress, which could be interpreted as either the frosting or the packaging cupcakes are often wrapped in.
Oh, I also have the Breakfast at Tiffany’s sleep eye mask and her trenchcoat/could put my hair in low pigtails and be Holly Golightly when she goes to find “cat”.
Wut do u think?!
