Lately this seems a sort of journal of a woebegone brain, a fact which just spirals back in upon itself and makes things even worse. Maybe some of the past day or so worth of posts balances that out a bit, again, for however long that lasts.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
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Lately this seems a sort of journal of a woebegone brain, a fact which just spirals back in upon itself and makes things even worse. Maybe some of the past day or so worth of posts balances that out a bit, again, for however long that lasts.