I awoke this morning with one thing on my mind: Breakfast.
Not only did I want to eat food, but I wanted to eat food that tasted good. Perhaps a McDonald's Breakfast Burrito or the Rise n' Shine meal from Bob Evan's, but neither were delivered. Instead, I received a wonderful serving of (13) Oreo cookies, which I guess dissolved my hunger, but left me quite unsatisfied.
Next, I went to the Dining Room to explore the Internet, but I was again left unsatisfied. Recently, my IP had been banned CyberNations and had found that NationStates2 is utterly terrible.
Naturally, my next choice for entertainment was to waste my life away improving on my pixel-controlling skills. Maybe I felt unsatisfied with how life was going and felt the need to embrace Sam Fisher's rock hard body, or maybe I was compelled to tell Jack Thompson to fuck off, but I definitely needed some video-gamage.
I opened the door to my room to discover a lone Wii sitting under my TV.
Fuck. My brother had borrowed my XBox and left me with a shitty little piece of shit. Shit.
Needless to say, I was fucking pissed.
The day was ruined. I was forced to enjoy my own piss-ant life. My day consisted of attempting to play Goldeneye, adjusting my fantasy team, and reading the first two chapters of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
The point of this rediculously boring story you are forced read because your life sucks as much as mine is that, life without video-games fucking blows.
Not only did I want to eat food, but I wanted to eat food that tasted good. Perhaps a McDonald's Breakfast Burrito or the Rise n' Shine meal from Bob Evan's, but neither were delivered. Instead, I received a wonderful serving of (13) Oreo cookies, which I guess dissolved my hunger, but left me quite unsatisfied.
Next, I went to the Dining Room to explore the Internet, but I was again left unsatisfied. Recently, my IP had been banned CyberNations and had found that NationStates2 is utterly terrible.
Naturally, my next choice for entertainment was to waste my life away improving on my pixel-controlling skills. Maybe I felt unsatisfied with how life was going and felt the need to embrace Sam Fisher's rock hard body, or maybe I was compelled to tell Jack Thompson to fuck off, but I definitely needed some video-gamage.
I opened the door to my room to discover a lone Wii sitting under my TV.
Fuck. My brother had borrowed my XBox and left me with a shitty little piece of shit. Shit.
Needless to say, I was fucking pissed.
The day was ruined. I was forced to enjoy my own piss-ant life. My day consisted of attempting to play Goldeneye, adjusting my fantasy team, and reading the first two chapters of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy."
The point of this rediculously boring story you are forced read because your life sucks as much as mine is that, life without video-games fucking blows.