I can’t even. Just as it seems as if today there will be neither construction on the next property over nor powerwashing at the property behind, my next-door neighbor is running some sort of, I don’t know, commercial wet-vac maybe? My autistic brain really needs a fucking rest. Or active-noise-canceling headphones. I have not gotten a sonic break in as long as I can remember.
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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.