And for my next trick...

I think it's sort of silly to be writing about nothing, and deeply shameful to boot, since there's always something to be written. But I've had many a conversation about nothing at all (quite literally too), so I figured scribbling a blurb about it could be fun.

It just seems like a testament to how close people are if they can actually talk about nothing at all but still be talking, and for awkward silences to be an unthinkable notion. Starting with a typical howdy-do, generic responses, generic re-responses, a few perfectly comfortable silences, hilariously unfunny but still funny pokes at just what the topic of this exchange is, nonchalant answers leaning in the obvious direction, more awkward turtles that landed on their feet and walked off, the obligatory inquiry as to what each party is investing their valuable time into at the moment, with an assortment of smileys thrown into the mix before achieving blissful randomosity.

But that's just one recipe, should we choose to call it that. Another consists entirely of insults, each getting more and more offensively ridiculous and often having to do with mothers and faces. This will carry on for a while until one party grows tired of the monotony, and calls a ceasefire, which is occasionally followed by a bombardment of grandiose compliments. I suppose it isn't really nothing, but it's ludicrous to call it something.

Needless to say, I lovems my friends, I do. Those bestest broke the sparkling new mold they came out of.