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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11 May 1999

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my pager went off about 1030, just as i was getting up. it was q, she wondered if i had some free time to hang out. i emailed her back. missed her phone call while i was in the shower. but, figured we'd cross paths at some point and went out to get some lunch. she paged again to say she'd be at fringeware. george and i drove down there (he wanted to check out the bike shop across the street), and i drove around in circles forever looking for a place to park.

i went through my usual don't ask me to make a decision about what to do routine (i know it's annoying, but i just can't help it a lot of the time). we did a little sidewalk-chalk graffiti. and then we came back to my apartment. we hung out here for a couple of hours.

q was going to this goth club, and asked if i wanted to go. i figured since i'm leaving austin soon, i should go out and do stuff. we stopped at her apartment for a bit and then went to the club. i think that with a little practise i could get into the club scene. and i'd need some new clothes. although i think the rave scene might be more appropriate, bright colours and all, i hardly own anything black anymore.