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.

12 May 2001

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today was hot and humid. i probably should have gone to studio and done some work but i didn't want to go outside in the sun. and i did have work that i could be doing at home. some of which i actually got done amongst my procrastination.

after dinner i figured i'd confront my fear of phones and call stef even if i still wasn't really planning on going anywhere. i had a crazy notion that i might still get around to writing the paper that i've been putting off forever. got her voicemail, she called me back and we talked for a bit. she was also trying to write a paper before going to some party later.

ended up watching tv. stef called again around ten-thirty. said she had decided against going out but if i felt like hanging out she could come over or vice-versa. and since i figured i probably should get out of my apartment at least once today i headed over to her place.

we talked, watched more tv. she gave me a ride home about four.