The inexplicable urge to build giant obsidian cubes in minecraft and put a world in them
I need to stop blaming everything on 1 person, and accept i’m partially responsible (even if the guy was a fucking pedo)
I should be nicer
I’m not much of a programmer lol :P I don't have the patience for debugging
debugging can be a pain but when the code actual works it feels awesome
Well I may have lost my number 1 source of info on scratch accounts
But if I had to choose again a million times, it was the right choice
My name is quite ironic because it’s pronounced “cheese whiskers” yet half the time my autistic brain says nope and says “cheese whisk three are es”
It’s crazy how unsignificant we are, how worthless our puny debates are, our search for freedom. When the last proton decays, what will care? Nothing