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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23 January 2004

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i hate waking up.


while i was online this afternoon, browsing through help wanted ads on craigslist, stef logged on and her named popped up in my aim window. i haven't removed her from my buddy list, it's just too painful. but when she pops up like that, this is the second or third time it's happened, i almost feel like i could just reach out and touch her. i know where she is, what she's doing. i miss her so fucking much.


so i thought it would be really nice for george and daniel and jeanette and i to all go out for a nice meal before i leave for new york. (i had been planning on leaving today, but for various reasons that didn't happen.) unfortunately, daniel and jeanette couldn't do dinner tonight. but i drove down to george's to hang out with him at least, and see what his schedule looks like for tomorrow night. which, as it turns out, is no good for him. i got to see his new apartment for the first time though, and we all made tentative plans for brunch on sunday.