One useful thing about the property on which I live is that residing in the mother-in-law apartment out back means the profane screams which mitigate my autistic brain’s true desire to throw something across the room when I am overloaded can’t bother anyone.
Bix dot Blog
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.