MissMeliss | June 27, 2002
1. How did you find LiveJournal? – The person who introduced me to OpenDiary was the same person who brought me here, during one of OpenDiary's then-frequent outages. Said person was Moonness (edited to include this information, because someone was complaining that I didn't.) 2. Did you start a journal as soon as you found [...]
MissMeliss | June 27, 2002
Moonness at Open Diary wrote a survey about OD, which I've blatantly stolen, and tweaked so as to be more appropriate for LJ. 1. How did you find LiveJournal? 2. Did you start a journal as soon as you found the site, or did a period of time elapse between your arrival and starting your [...]
MissMeliss | June 27, 2002
Melissa is back… Melissa is also in demand for weddings, receptions and private parties. Melissa is the FEATURED ARTIST for September's HOT BANDS ISSUE Melissa is here, cheer no more Melissa is a Microsoft Word macro virus that infects your PC as soon as you open its e-mail attachment. Melissa is a member of the [...]
MissMeliss | June 26, 2002
Saturday morning, before we began our trek to SoCal, Fuzzy and I were sitting in our favorite bagel shop, chatting about inconsequentials, and just enjoying the day, when the Woman in Black came in. While she wasn't really a Woman in Black, in the sense of the political group, she was a woman, and she [...]
MissMeliss | June 26, 2002
While we were in the hotel, I started reading the book Bread Alone, a novel about a woman of roughly my age who is essentially a trophy wife. When her husband informs her that he needs space, she flees to her best friend in Seattle, and starts baking bread, something she hasn't really done since [...]
MissMeliss | June 24, 2002
The title of this entry is based on my Ya-Ya name. Want your own? Go to the website for Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, and click to enter the flash site. Click on the word Ya-Ya, then mouse over the word Ya-Ya and select the Name Generator (thanks to Moonness @ OD for the [...]
MissMeliss | June 22, 2002
No, really, it did. It just jumped off the shelf and into my hand, before I could do anything about it. “You want me,” it whispered. “You have to have me. I'm worth it.” Fuzzy was no help either. “You've been wanting one for years,” he pointed out. Then he told the salesperson, “She comes [...]
MissMeliss | June 20, 2002
I haven't posted anything in several days, not because I've got nothing to say, but because every time I think I have a spare moment to try and string words together with some semblance of coherence, something or someone demands my attention. So here it is, nearly 2:30 in the morning, and I took my [...]
MissMeliss | June 16, 2002
I was up with the sun this morning. Well, not quite with the sun, but definitely before the sun had warmed any part of my house. In the chill of a Saturday morning at eight, even the dogs refused to chase sunbeams, choosing instead to snuggle deeper into the covers on the bed, and look [...]
MissMeliss | June 14, 2002
I woke this morning just as dawn was breaking. For once it was neither the alarm clock from hell nor my dogs that woke me, but nature's music. I stayed in bed, awake, just listening to the birds singing in the dawn and the summer breeze susurrating through the trees, as the sky got pinker [...]
The ablest writer is only a gardener first, and then a cook: his tasks are, carefully to select and cultivate his strongest and most nutritive thoughts; and when they are ripe, to dress them, wholesomely, and yet so that they may have a relish.
— , Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers
