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.

19 July 2002

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bean: 'it's so hard to keep myself from just breaking down and calling her.'

er!n: 'i don't know how you do it. i can't. even after erin and i had the most terrible fight, i went back that evening and just stood there while he continued to say awful things.'

but of course, there's also the problem of what would i say to her? (or her voicemail, as the case may be.)

'i don't accept this.'

or

(possibly venomously:) 'i hope that you find what you're looking for.'

and/or

'i hope i'll be part of that.'

or

'go to hell.'

or

'would you like to go out for a drink?' '..to a movie?' '..for dinner?' '..with your friends?'

or

'your love is like leaves to me. or at least leaves have something to do with all of this. there's a poem in there that i never wrote.'

or simply

'i miss you.'