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.

29 February 2004

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i woke up completely empty this morning. an emotional hangover, of sorts.

brunch at life cafe, which is something that i had been meaning on trying for a while. tofu scramble. coffee. a mimosa.


four years ago today, was the first time after we had met that sarah.m had a birthday. today is the second. i dug up her email address to send her a happy birthday.

also four years ago today, i wrote, somewhat obliquely, on my website, about how i had been finding myself crushing briefly on one person after another. i only remember one specific person with any degree of certainty. you only get one guess who. it was probably the first time that i felt any sort of attraction towards her.


i sat up on the roof tonight. making phone calls and smoking cigarettes.

i heard from sonali that allison.s was going to be singing with a choir group at the oscars. i turned the tv on, but only had one eye on it part time and must have missed her.


i've mentioned that every week since i've been in the city i've randomly run into someone from risd who i didn't know was here. last week i didn't see anyone. tonight, headed down to the laundry room to remove my clothes from the drier, i crossed paths with andrea, who was in id. 'do you live here?' she asked. 'ashley and i are just moving in.' and ashley, whose department i am not sure of, followed her in the door a moment later.

so two risd kids. to make up for none last week. and they're moving into my building.

i gave them a hand carrying a load of their stuff up to their apartment. its a corner unit, with windows on two sides. really nice. much nicer than my place. 'you could just come up and hang out here whenever,' andrea said.