i have not owned a television since I was a child and came to develop my quirky ad-reviling character trait

Glup Shitto is the coolest, i cannot believe nobody’s mentioned him yet

it looks pretty and helps keep your hogs from dropping truffles all over the place. It’s not vital.

what a fucked up planet

we should live there

Making burritos. I’ve taken to adding in a bit of salsa and sour cream, and then finishing it in the oven with a layer of cheese on top and drizzling some hot sauce afterwards. I’m currently figuring out side dishes to go alongside them, and then i’ll move onto the next dish that catches my attention.

update: oven broke lol

grits. the way my mother made them when I was a kid was plain and kind of unpleasant. I add sausage and cheese to mine.

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My barn is still broken from the update, and I’m dreading needing to make a new one. I think you can transfer animals between barns, so I won’t have to sell my hogs, but urghh what if the new one is bugged too?

also, I formalized a new part of my farm for fish ponds and my chicken coop, and decorated it a bit with seasonal planters from the flower dance.

Check out my farm so far:

yeah fair, i get it

the craving for absolute slop rears its ugly head every once in a while. I blame the ennui

it’s really easy to exploit the worse parts of human psychology en masse when you have money, and its incredibly hard to undo that

i lost 3 cows and a hog, and now my barn is capped at 7 animals. that coyote is my moby dick, i will have my revenge

I put on my robe and wizard hat. If the date goes well, maybe I’ll show her my wand of magic missile.

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My vote is for Gretchen.

Fingers. He looked like my hand because I was a silly goober who thought imaginary friends were dumb, but had no issue with anthropomorphizing my own hand.

I’m pretty salty at nintendo for abandoning F-Zero in particular. I need more high speed bumpercars racing in my life

return of dog

That old person feeling of no longer being with “it”, and what’s “it” now being strange and scary probably compounds over the centuries.

It was like a dark an unspeakable revelation out of a cosmic horror novel when I learned that some freaks in the states concocted deep fried butter.