magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

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23 July 1998

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there's a few new things in the "third-person autobiographical melodramas" section of the words page. erin was curious what i'm always scribbling on the pieces of paper that i carry around in my pockets and then squirrel away, well, that's one of the things. i also updated the poetry section recently, if you hadn't noticed. i added three recent poems, one of which is about driving with my eyes closed. (makes you wish you were coming cross-country with me, eh?)

i bought a tent and a therma-rest bed-roll last night. as well as some other camping stuff, a cheap discman for the car, and a couple pairs of socks and underwear. my only impulse buy was a $20 shirt, so that's not so bad. i've still got a million things to do in less than 24 hours now, but i always put everything off until the last minute.

maybe more tonight, and at least a short update tomorrow morning before i leave.