me: technically baseball is parryslop
my dad: i’m gonna assume grandchildren aren’t in the picture near term then
there's a certain kind of spiritual death you can only undergo if you grew up making neat, airtight, carefully-measured, mathematically precise levels and then you're thrust into Contemporary Engine land where everything is eyeball measurements and seams and overlapping assets and misalignment and
I love this girl so much
dude this watched pot isn't boiling. I don't get it. I have a guide open here and I swear I did all the steps right. I think it's bugged.