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.

2 September 2000

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we went bowling tonight. nine people, most of whom i don't know all that well, piled into my van and i drove off in search of the only bowling alley open on labour day weekend. and it turned out to be a duck-pin bowling alley. and my van got broken into, or maybe someone just left the door open, either way there was nothing worth stealing 'cept maybe my mayline and who would take that, an architect?

but, i had a really good time. and not only because i won (although i did).

somehow that's the type of social activity that i need more off. not one where everyone drinks a lot and/or breaks up into little groups to have their own little individual conversations. but one where everyone is involved in the same activity. like playing scrabble at the hurricane party (although i did drink a lot that night). like susie's party where we were all an audience and then later played party-type games as a big group.