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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2 July 2000

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i dreamt of allison last night. she was visiting someone who lived downstairs from me (it wasn't the building that i'm living in now), and i ran into her in the foyer. she seemed a little uncomfortable to see me, and after the briefest bit of small-talk rushed off, although we made plans to get together for lunch at some point.


as it turns out, there wouldn't have been anyone to meet us and let us in if daniel and i had gone down to stamford yesterday to pick up daikon. and today was basically out of the question for me.

we did play some foursquare though. or rather, two and three square, just daniel, sam, and myself. it was hot and sunny, and the asphalt was burning my feet, so we didn't play long.

and then about six, i headed back to providence.