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.

14 June 2000

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so i'm sitting outside on my lunch break, reading gary spencer millidge's strangehaven ('cause work had been slow and i had had time to poke around in the comic section), and i take the last bite of my lunch and look up, and there's a raccoon sitting on the wall where i have my feet propped up, no further from me than you are now (or at least than you are from the screen on which you are reading these words), staring at me.

this surprised me greatly. and given all the talk of raccoons and rabies and such, kind of scared me too. i wished that i still had some of my lunch left, because i would have certainly been willing to share. and i suspect that is what this raccoon wanted from me, but i was engrossed in a comic and it hadn't bothered to speak up.

when i looked up, it seemed a bit startled as well, and backed off a few feet. when i stood up, it backed off a little further and then wandered around the area for a while looking terribly out of place. it made me really quite sad.

finished strangehaven this evening. highly recommended.