Well, I continue to be the only one who truly updates the site. Bret has added his new layout, and that’s been it as for other contributors. Oh well, I am not complaining, I am just confused. At least the cam is back up. So maybe that’s a sign that things are changing.
From now on, there will not be any stops in Nothing in General as a weekly installment; this is my pledge. The other day I saw this lady with a picture of a “Xena”-looking woman airbrushed onto the hood of her car. I laughed. She looked like a redneck. She probably was.
One day I want to be a spaceman, but I am afraid of brain-craving mutant aliens who have bad attitudes. I want to encounter some type of good-natured alien named Mog, that sells girl scout cookies to hitch hikers across the galaxy. I think it would be a cool thing.
I apologize for not updating last week. I have been busy with the summer reading. There’s a story behind that, too. Way back in May, when the lists were distributed, I must’ve been absent from school. When I returned, I asked my instructor if there was anything I missed. His response, “No man, you’re cool.” (He’s Italian and funnier than crap, so it was cool for him to talk like that.) Anyway, on orientation 8/12, I asked some girl if there was summer reading, and there was! So I had to read four books last week. All this, and it’s just an explanation of why Nothing in General was not updated. Today, we were watching a movie in one of my classes. I hear this faint scratching sound of a pen coloring something in a notebook. I look over to the girl next to me, trying to ogle her masterpiece. I was expecting to see butterflies and pansies (which I was doodling at the time), but no, I see the name “Freud” scrawled out. Strange, to say the least.
Dear Jane,
We’ve had some good times, haven’t we? From the day we first met at the truck stop, I’ve loved you. Remember when you got off work at Hooters early and we went to the English Patient? Granted, neither of us likes those “indie” films, but it was still wonderful just being there with you. I do not know how to tell you this, but we must break off our relationship. I am sure you are wondering why these tragic events must occur, so I will indulge you.