driving with mr. rhett.

~An actual conversation~

Scene: Rhett and I are riding in the backseat of the Jetta on the way to see Cubance's new house.

Rhett: :makes loud grunting sounds, labored breathing, more grunting:

Me: Dude, you poopin' or what?

Rhett: :looks me in the eye:



~End scene~

from one 26-year-old to another.

“It is sometimes so bitterly cold in the winter that one says, `The cold is too awful for me to care whether summer is coming or not; the harm outdoes the good.’ But with or without our approval, the severe weather does come to an end eventually and one fine morning the wind changes and there is the thaw. When I compare the state of the weather to our state of mind and our circumstances, subject to change and fluctuation like the weather, then I still have some hope that things may get better.”

—Vincent van Gogh, from a letter to Theo van Gogh in August 1879