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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22 May 1999

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1125p, amherst, oh

stopped for the night. i wish i was home. or still in lincoln. or any number of places other than a rest stop on the ohio turnpike.

last night was kinda tough emotionally, knowing that i was leaving in the morning. with no idea of when i'd see sonali again, and all my stupid, out of control feelings. i did eventually get to sleep.

this morning sonali and i said our goodbyes and i left lincoln about 945. i really hate the last leg of these cross-country road trips. but it gives me lots of time to think. i came to the conclusion (i could be totally off-base, but i'm going to believe it anyway, for my own sake) that deep down sonali's just afraid of falling in love with me.

i also gave a good deal of thought to the whole love vs. just some need for companionship dilemma. with no real conclusions reached.

oh, and this morning i had a dream about a vampire who was almost dead, but not quite, and i was trying to stab him in the heart with a pencil.