Things I now have said to my cat: “Do you have to follow my hand wherever it goes? I’m getting some toilet paper; I think this is the point at which you stop following my hands with your face.”
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.