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.
< 141 characters, often RTs
- RT @asperschlager: This #BandcampFriday I’m raising money for my daughter’s community robotics team with a new theme song I wrote for them!… 13 hours ago
- RT @atrupar: hi @HouseGOP i found some anti-Semitism https://t.co/xqF133Bi4Q 1 day ago
- At least they aren’t kneeling and disrespecting our flag! twitter.com/meiselasb/stat… 1 day ago
- AKA I don’t want to abide by my own polls and you can’t make me! https://t.co/dykbJRmhF5 2 days ago
- Absolutely a self labeled “nice guy” and now she’ll be referred to in all his stories as “stuck up bitch.” 💯 twitter.com/ask_aubry/stat… 3 days ago
Don’t make me repeat myself