Oh hi hello there. I'm Mallory Blair. I am a 23-year-old New Yorker, spending most of my time making Small Girls PR run.
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!
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
Bleep Bloop Bleep
Today was my last scheduled day of shooting. Before I left to go make a fool of myself in public for the last time, Dave called saying he’d rented a car and would be taking me out of the city for the day after we wrapped. What I thought was going to be a romantic getaway I’ve since discovered was just a trick to get me to come with him to pick up the arcade cabinets he had shipped from Japan. I hate life (or just ludicrously expensive video game machinery.) I guess I’m still excited for the two-hour roundtrip roadtrip nonetheless.
