magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

803p. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful summer evening. sitting in the park--on our bench, with her half-finished birthday present to me--lured out here by laura: 'a bunch of us are hanging out, it would be cool if you came and joined us.' the call was an hour and a half ago. they're not here now. the weather is about perfect though. breeze off the ocean, the sunset leaving a band of colour around the horizon, and that amazing quality of light where everything is just a little bit more crisp--even with my lousy vision.

it's been almost a month since i've written anything. graduation. my birthday. our cat. i still haven't found a job.

[... and laura calls back. sushi with her and patrick, chelsea and some boy i didn't now, nick and tiffany, schuyler.]