The end of his rope

The white haired man in the coffee shop hung his head a little.

"I just don't think I can do it anymore."

The man sitting next to him seemed concerned and shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"You can't give up."

"No, no. I'm too old anyway. What's the use? I keep telling Carla that it's not going to work."

"You need to stay positive."

"No, I'm tired of it. I keep trying to use it and it won't work right. I type and the damn thing just turns off. I just need to face facts, I'll never be able to use a computer."

"Never say never."

"I guess I'm back at square one." Sighs. "I hate square one."

Auburn Road, the reading material

Three signs lined the property's snowy curb:

1. "Future home of The Haunted Castle"
2. "St. Vincent Scout Lodge"
3. "Christmas Trees"

On texting

"Oh come on, T9 word. You don't recognize rhombus?"

-B

Nabokov, reworked

ooh
marketing scheme, 1. allie, 0.

(via Samantha)

My new favorite (little) person

cute, cute

On culinary arts

"Not that I'm bragging or anything, but the last time I made this, I got mad bitches."

-M.Z.

Excerpt

"I've always been good at making money," he said, "but I never learned how to save shit. I drink too much wine... I can be antisocial and temperamental and defensive. I am a man of routine, which means I'm boring. I have very little patience with idiots." He smiled and tried to leaven up the moment. "Also, I can't look at you without wanting to have sex with you."

"I can work with that," I said.

- From "Committed" by Elizabeth Gilbert