Wednesday afternoon I get to find out if I’m allowed to eat in 2020, instead of Wednesday getting to just be about the anniversary of when I adopted a second cat on my first adopted cat’s assigned birthday.
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.
Wednesday afternoon I get to find out if I’m allowed to eat in 2020, instead of Wednesday getting to just be about the anniversary of when I adopted a second cat on my first adopted cat’s assigned birthday.