Frank’s Log V

Blah blah blah Pigs goats fiddlesticks nightmare schism A Wednesday left unturned. Nether regions of light and mustard. It’s unjust to pickle your leftovers if the dogs are unfed. That’s why clowns don’t joke at home. So go back to the basics, give yourself a test: What’s the square root of life? Why don’t the… More Frank’s Log V

I Don’t Care.

I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.

I’ve been noticing more and more how often I think or say out loud – “I don’t care.” I’d like to think I’m full of shit when I say “I don’t care,” but I’m also aware that I may be trying to protect my impression of my own character. It’s certainly more satisfying to think… More I Don’t Care.