Now there’s some sort of racket from the house on the other side of me. Today might be speeding toward being curled up in a ball on the floor.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Now there’s some sort of racket from the house on the other side of me. Today might be speeding toward being curled up in a ball on the floor.