Dear Xanga and Xanga Friends,

I am not coming back.

Like I said: It was love while it lasted. This means that while I was at xanga, I loved it. But you know, everyone gets tired of things. And I happened to get tired of xanga. I am not coming back to blog. I come back to comment, as you guys might know. But I do not come back to make entries or xanga layouts.

When the time has come when you find yourself saying, "Aaagh, I have to go update my xanga", instead of, "Ooh, I get to update my xanga!", you know the passion is dwindling. If you want passion, go find yourself a Slytherin. (Because you know what they say: 'A Gryffindor teaches a Slytherin about love, and a Slytherin teaches a Gryffindor about passion.' Oh, fine. It was from ATBT.)

  I am active and well on the Internet. (God, it makes it sound like I went off to war or something.) I have a LiveJournal, which is what I use now. No, you freaks, I didn't abandon you for LiveJournal, I abandoned you because of xanga. Okay? There.

This is my LiveJournal, fiends.

If you would like to come and read my writings, which consist of a healthy amount of slash (there's warnings at the top) and other things you might be...per say...'grossed out' at, come visit me at www.sugardaisy.net. There is no blog. There is a link to my LiveJournal on the first page. It is a collective.

Darlings, it had to happen someday. Xanga was my first home. But you know, I can't stay rooted down in one place for too long. Unfortunately this applies to males as well. Dammit, I am so damn fickle.

This is open for you to comment if I commented you and you are lazy and do not want to make an anonymous comment on my LiveJournal.

Have a nice day.

Love,

Melissa

 OMG WE ARE RUNNING THE MILE TOMORROW. *cries*

I exceeded the disk quota on sugardaisy.net (DAMMIT!) so I can't upload my simple new writing-only style thing until it...gets...fixed. (Right Andrew?) After seeing a lot of 'libraries' I decided that I was just going to put my writings on it and that was it. Not even a fancy layout either, just a simple one. And the slash archive is growing. I mean look at this:

I Saw That for Aaron:
 "...flick of the wrist and poke of the shoulder and you think you're all that, don't you. Smirk of the mouth and innocent face and you think it's just like that, don't you...."

A Little Alone for Anthony:
  "...maybe someday I will turn around and by some chance you will be there, smirking churlishly, sprinkling the surrounding area with a salt I like to taste..."

It's Not Like You for Jennifer:
  "Come back and look at me in a taxi, pay the fare, get out and kiss me in the hallway of my flat. Hard. Salty. Slick....like the rain that falls outside, thick and in sheets. Rain does not change. I don't want you to, either...."

I wrote those three. Today. In like, 10 minutes. Oiiiiiiii.

EW PALS WRITING TOMORROW IN JAPANESE. And I need to memorize Air Varie. GAAAH. I hate school and work. I wish it was still Spring Break....I mean in England they get two weeks off....