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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9 October 2000

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it was cold this morning. we have no heat in our apartment. chris.k called our landlord about it today. today or tomorrow supposedly. it's eleven pm now, so not today, i guess. tomorrow morning's going to be even colder.

i've never linked out to explodingdog mainly 'cause i'm just super jealous. i wish i could be that cool. go check it out. now. you can finish this later.

so cold apartment. explodingdog. and garth's new typewriter, which sits on the living room floor, and we take turns typing whenever we feel like it, continuing each other's thoughts and stories and stuff. we'll have to get guests in on it too. and also a new cd that chris.k got, a band called microphones, who might as well be eric's trip. which is fine with me, since eric's trip are broken up.