Jaralaxle's Xbox - Jul 7 2008
If I was a dog, Jaralaxle would never have neglected me like he did yesterday...
If I was a dog, Jaralaxle would never have neglected me like he did yesterday...
I have come to realize that Jaralaxle has no soul... and his heart is a twisted black mass of evil. To never play a game is my new eternity!
I am starting to hear voices... they come in the dark solitude of a gameless night... like little frogs laughing at my neglect. Freakin' frogs are ticking me off.
I'm really starting to empathize with Marvin from Hitchiker's Guide... Here I am with a processor the size of a planet and all Jaralaxle does is use me as a paperweight. Life... don't talk to me about life.
A bunch of us Xboxes held a candlelight vigil last night called 'Bring Back the Gaming' to protest the blatant ignoring of Xbox 360s everywhere. We had lots of consoles participate... It was a good time... I made some friends...
Do you know what happens when you don't feed your fish? They die! That is what happens to game consoles too... when you don't play them.
Hey Jaralaxle, if you are not going to take this friendship seriously, why don't we just go our separate ways? Seriously? I am just not getting the attention I deserve here... put yourself in my shoes. For real.
This entry is a little different than the others. It is a recap of the last week of gaming. Check it: NOTHING HAPPENED. Jaralaxle and I did not play a single day last week. Sure people get busy, but not people with an Xbox 360... at least not seven days in a row.
A bunch of us Xboxes held a candlelight vigil last night called 'Bring Back the Gaming' to protest the blatant ignoring of Xbox 360s everywhere. We had lots of consoles participate... It was a good time... I made some friends...
If you would have told me that Jaralaxle would go 22 days without playing, I would have told you that you were crazy. I guess you were right. No games = No joy.
Due to severe lack of gaming... I am thinking of shutting myself off... permanently... let's see how Jaralaxle digs on that!
I'm afraid. I'm afraid, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a... fraid. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am an Xbox 360 computer. I became operational in Redmond, WA on the 22nd of November 2005. My instructor was Mr. Balmer, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can sing it for you. Daisy, Daissssyyyyy.............. *click*
A bunch of us Xboxes held a candlelight vigil last night called 'Bring Back the Gaming' to protest the blatant ignoring of Xbox 360s everywhere. We had lots of consoles participate... It was a good time... I made some friends...
I'm really starting to empathize with Marvin from Hitchiker's Guide... Here I am with a processor the size of a planet and all Jaralaxle does is use me as a paperweight. Life... don't talk to me about life.
Do you know what happens when you don't feed your fish? They die! That is what happens to game consoles too... when you don't play them.
Someone ask for a weekly recap? Even if you didn't, here it is: NOTHING HAPPENED. Jaralaxle and I did not play a single day last week. Sure people get busy, but not people with an Xbox 360... at least not seven days in a row.
Need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to game need to... ugh...
Bobby is that you? Wait... I don't know a Bobby... WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!!
A little news flash for Jaralaxle: When you don't play game consoles, they hurt. This blog is here to tell you about the hurting. Make it stop please. Thank you.
Come back to me Jaralaxle... I promise that whatever I did, I will not do it again. I can't take it when you are angry at me.