My name is Melissa. When I was very young my mom called me Lissa. That was supposed to be my nickname. When I entered school and was too afraid to tell what I wanted, I was saddled with the moniker Missy. I hated it. Always have, always will. By jr. high Missy was going halvsies with Melissa. By high school there were just a few holdouts. (To this day, they get a pass. You, however, do not.) There were a couple of other nicknames too, but those belong to stories for other days. College offered a fresh beginning. A time to be who I wanted. I became…Mel? Yep, Mel. For some deep, dark psychological reason I didn’t become Lissa. So, here I am, back to Melissa, still planning on switching to Lissa someday. And wondering why I haven’t yet and when I will.
- Just finished the finale of @BetterthingsFX, which I delayed so I could put off saying goodbye to these characters… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 16 hours ago
- “Could” But we all know they won’t. twitter.com/POTUS/status/1… 3 days ago
- TFW you spend ten minutes typing in all the info @USPSHelp wants about your missing package just to see this: https://t.co/3vKsj4LAgB 4 days ago
- Kinda cute casting the leads’ husbands in @candyonhulu...but also completely distracting. 4 days ago
- RT @chasestrangio: I have been working in trans legal advocacy for 18 years and today is probably the most upsetting day with a felony ban… 6 days ago
Don’t make me repeat myself