I MADE THE GUN FUCKING WORK AHHAHAHAHAAHAH!!!!! YESSSS!!!!!! IT FINALLY DOES WHAT IT NEEDS TOOOO!!!!

I made a thing please watch it, your eyes fuel me.

"Rizz 'em with the tism" is currently my ultimate red flag when it comes to talking to someone. Love me some autism but if you unironically use that phrase to describe yourself, I know your interests are gonna suck.

I know I'm restricting myself by being a ride or die rpg maker person but why must every game idea I have involve bending the engine in ways unintended originally and frankensteining plugins to make these ideas real

I refuse to sleep tonight

I write this lying in bed and feeling the weight of my drowsiness. Turns out sometimes all a guy needs for peace of mind is the last slice of rhubarb crumble and a big cup of tea at 3am. Catharsis is a joke and I have conquered it.

I may have my title fight with a random Internet Lesbian soon I have read up on them and I may have a tough time

THEY CAN FUCKING THROW DOWN!!!

Tom Nook Is An Asshole

I give him the money. I am free of debt! He extends my house. Demands I pay him more. I am pulled into debt. I grind for Bells. I pay him. I am free! he builds more. He upgrades his shop. The building materials required to upgrade my ever expanding house cost so little that Tom Nook can go from a hut in the woods to a fully electric 7-11. What have I been paying for Nook. How many times will you upgrade my house. The inevitable Nook Costco and my labyrinthine house scare me and yet I am a slave to the capitalistic raccoon dog. Maybe at one point his shop will consume the fragile wooden spire that my home has become and I will become a part of the great nook warehouse that this town has warped into. What Remains Of Edith Finch looking house. The cycle continues.

My body is a machine and it's this one

BECAUSE IT FUCKING HATES ME

Drunk 3 cups of camomile tea, reorganised as many shelves as possible, priced a whole box of space invaders shirts. I am very bored