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.

3 January 2004

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thick fog today. it was comforting in a way. all wrapped up in fluffy white clouds the world is a little smaller, a little more manageable.

and i was out driving around in it for a fair amount of time. daniel and jeanette are without a car right now, and i've been sort of chauffeuring them around. this afternoon daniel and i drove into lakeville while jeanette went to hang out with some friends of theirs after work. after we picked her up they got into a bit of an argument in the car. which was a little uncomfortable for me, but what really struck me was that i found my own opinion of the situation falling closer to jeanette's position. which is sort of like taking stef's side against myself. the particulars of the argument were not something that stef and i would have fought over, but the sorts of things that upset jeanette about daniel and very similar in a lot of ways to the sorts of things that upset stef about me.


amongst this people still have birthdays and stuff. today is george's.