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
On Puppies
When I was 16 I started keeping a journal midway through the school year that I was going to present to my boyfriend of several years upon his departure for college, wherever that may have been. Tonight after we walked down memory lane, I found myself repeating to him virtually the same ideas about love and life that I detailed in the letter on the opening page of that journal. When he decided to accept admission to a college nearby (he had always lived a plane ride away and now was only a few miles down the road), I decided to continue the journal and postpone giving it to him until I went off to college myself the following year. We ended up sort of breaking things off before then so I never had the chance to give it to him, but tonight I got to send him the first letter of the journal. I think I’ll send the rest on Valentine’s day because somewhere in there I do say he will always be my Valentine.
