MissMeliss | May 25, 2006
Last night, even though I was exhausted and frustrated by work, and really wanted a hot bath and a good night’s sleep, I ventured into Dallas’s West End to attend the audtions at the local branch of ComedySportz. I blame (or credit?) my friend Clay for the suggestion that I go. In truth, I had [...]
MissMeliss | May 20, 2006
A quiet afternoon spent curled on the couch with Fuzzy, a dvd that we both enjoyed, and two small dogs with their heads on our knees…sometimes the quiet days are best.
MissMeliss | May 20, 2006
There’s something really wrong with five pairs of panties (admittedly in cute colors), two bras, and two t-shirts costing almost $80.
MissMeliss | May 16, 2006
I spent Mother’s Day weekend with my mother, though her arrival on this specific weekend was coincidental. She’s working for a company that does loans in Mexico, and their primary market are gringos who want vacation property, or ex-pats who want to put down deeper roots. She’s been travelling all over Mexico corralling the brokers [...]
MissMeliss | May 9, 2006
The first one arrived on Sunday. I’d been reading on the patio while eating lunch (liverwurst and cream cheese on rye, if you must know), and I needed to take a restroom break. I’d already crossed that space of floor several times over the preceeding two hours, and there had been nothing strange or dangerous [...]
MissMeliss | May 6, 2006
Personality type: High Maintenance You pride yourself on being assertive and direct; everyone else thinks you’re bossy and arrogant. You’re constantly running your mouth about topics that only you would find interesting. Your capacity for wasting other people’s time is limitless. Your friends find you intolerable, that’s why they’re plotting to kill you. Also drinks: [...]
MissMeliss | May 4, 2006
I hated dusting that dresser. It was an intricate task of moving the trays onto the rolltop desk in the corner, dusting the back part of the dresser, moving the trays back, dusting the front, and then dusting the scrollwork of the mirror frame. That mirror held many mysteries. So old that the corners had [...]
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
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