Holy crap everybody! Melissa Dixon and I just discovered that we went to high school together. Suddenly, I’m in a boat looking at tiny little animatronic people wearing the traditional garb of their homeland. "It’s a world of laughter, a world of tears…" The song is cheesy, but it’s true, IT’S TRUE, it IS a small world after all.
I had no idea. I mean, I thought, hmmm…the name Melissa Dixon sounds vaguely familiar, but is pretty common, and I thought, hmmm…she seems to know a lot about movies and such, I wonder what she does for a living. I was impressed.
Now, this. Come to find out we went to the same high school at the exact same time. I AM freaking out, but it does make sense. The Melissa Dixon I remember was super smart, well-spoken, and a good writer.
Uh-oh. Oh, no. Melissa, please, please, please don’t tell anyone the ugly truth about what I was like in high school. You know, what I’m talking about, don’t you? That dang Edie Brickell story is just the tip of the iceberg.
But what I want to know Melissa is how a nice girl like you ended up at a nasty little blog like this?