Well, this is it--the last issue of the summer. As this publication ends, I can see the end of my summer coming up quickly. I'll be leaving my other job in a week, going home to enjoy a couple weeks off before school, also known as that great big eight month vacation.
I have to say, I'm not sure I'm upset it's over. I mean, I had a great summer, don't get me wrong... hardly ever a dull moment, to be honest. But something's missing when you spend nearly all your summer in two windowless offices. I haven't seen the sun in weeks. Normally, I'm tan, but when I went home this weekend, my family felt the need to comment repeatedly on how pasty I was. It's honestly just not attractive.
But seriously, I'll miss you all. When I look back, I'll remember the good times: the long walks on the beach, the tender caresses, the feeling of your hobnailed boot in my back, the warm feeling I get when you pass 10,000 volts through my body. I'll think fondly of all the time we spent together, and I'll cry a little. But I'll laugh a little too, and I hope you will as well.
It's been fun. A special time. A time of happiness, sadness, joy, and a profound sense of hunger.
But most of all, it's been a time when I've had the chance to ramble for a good 200 words for no real point.
And I guess that's what I'll miss most of all.I love you, schnookums. Read us in September, and don't forget to write.
