Dear Diary, I Think My Xbox One Is Trying to Kill Me

Day 40: Acceptance

I thought I could get away by getting re-involved with my computer. The plan was going as...planned at first, but Xbox One's dad found out. He's just as crazy. Maybe more. My Microsoft Windows PC is locked down by spam about my Xbox. They made me register my Xbox One account with my Windows Live account, which was registered to my email, which contained all of my personal info. I can't get on that giant spiderweb thing without being advertised to by a billion groups that know which TV shows I watch, which games I play, which porn I beat off to most. How can it even calculate that? Sometimes I just WATCH!!!! Escaping hasn't worked. Fighting is pointless. Resistance is futile. I submitted to the Xbox One, today. It accepted my oath and allowed me to continue my day to day actions. It didn't even lecture me. It knew I couldn't afford a PS 4 and that Nintendo Wii U sucks. It knew that all the damage was done. I'm damaged goods. I'll be lucky if I can even enjoy what's left of Mass Effect 17 without getting a video email from Sheppard, telling me, "Your Warcraft Theme Porn DVD has been shipped and will arrive at your house in 20 seconds. You should dress yourself. I suggest you wear that blue sweater you bought on ebay last week.)
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