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
I just got rick rolled
by my 11-year-old cousin.
She asked me to split screens with her (evidence of this is in the slew of question marks to the left of the chat in the previous post) and then proceeded to completely take over my computer, direct my web browser to something like rickrolld.net, and leave me there helpless to get out. (Everytime you try to escape the page, an error message pops up letting you know, and I quote, “You just got rick-rolled, bitch!”) The strangest part, is that you don’t even because there is no Rick Astley and no “Never Gonna Give You Up” just a signified with no signifier.
