I’ve discovered part of why I don’t really listen to podcasts: it’s a combination of impatience and an overwhelming desire to interject. Sorry, everyone who has podcasts.
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.
I’ve discovered part of why I don’t really listen to podcasts: it’s a combination of impatience and an overwhelming desire to interject. Sorry, everyone who has podcasts.