It’s less than half an hour until there’s someone in my apartment to fix the toilet. I don’t like people in my space. It will be a win if (1) they fix the toilet, and (2) they don’t evangelize Jesus at me in my living room before leaving. Yes, the latter has happened.
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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.