You know it’s going well when your shirt collar not staying down as you get dressed leads to a loud, “What the fuck, today?” followed immediately by (sotto voce), “Today. This week. This month. This year. This life.”
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.