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.

10 June 1999

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i dreamt i was living in a really nifty, but odd, apartment building. it was sorta like an old art-deco hotel. the landlady was known for evicting people on a whim. but i was a model tenant. at least as far as my neighbors were concerned.

later, i was in a recreation center, playing basketball with a friend (who was about as skinny and out of shape as i am). my new girlfriend's brother came in and started harassing me and it turned into a big riot. it was partly because she was hispanic and i was white, but there was something much deeper than the race issue.

eventually things calmed down. i introduced her to sam and my mom. and as we walked outside, i looked at her and knew that i was completely falling in love with her and it was the most wonderful warn and fuzzy feeling.


i went hiking this evening with my mom on a short section of the appalachian trail that led to a scenic overlook of green mountains. there is something about hiking, i pull in the blood to wander through the woods. of course if there were small, medieval towns where you could stop and perform songs or plays, it would be even better.

i've been taping movies from the independent film channel. i got the idea in my head that it would be cool to have a video library. of course all my movies so far are lesbian love stories. but you've got to start somewhere.