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.

Untitled.

6 April 1999

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so i come home from painting (i really kinda like my self-portrait, by the way, i'm kinda afraid it's downhill from here, but we'll see), and george has gone on a cleaning bender. it was about time one of us did it, and i don't know if i ever would've. and he says, 'i wanna buy some bookshelves and a real kitchen table.' (we've been using my big, orange, one lane road ahead sign, and some milk crates.)

so we drove down to the salvation army, and wandered around a bit. and i found a brand new, still shrink-wrapped, ethernet card for a mac se for four bucks. couldn't pass that up. george bought a kitchen table/three chair set. we decided to use the milk crates as shelves.

the place is looking really nice now. now that we've been here five months. now that i'm leaving within the next two. but it is really cool. and i certainly appreciate george taking the initiative to do it.