According to something I just saw on Instagram, your lockdown or quarantine song is whatever was #1 on your 12th birthday. Oh, dear.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
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Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
According to something I just saw on Instagram, your lockdown or quarantine song is whatever was #1 on your 12th birthday. Oh, dear.