Ok… I liked my last chapter so I think this one will be an excerpt from his journal again. If anyone remembers my previous portrayals of Arthur, this is an other making fun of him session.
Dear Diary,
Due into what has abruptly been thrown into this light which my life, which is that my people, my public, my servants, my wife, and even my bitchy old bat that makes my bed in the morning, or late afternoon, will have access to my dear dear diary. As a response to this new propaganda to make me appear as a normal everyday sort of guy, I have taken it in me to improve inner self through this experience. Much like on Newly Weds, I will still appear to be ridiculously hilarious, yet not too far fetched, even though Nick Lachey and I have oodles in common. You know this experience is somewhat similar to G. Bush giving an interview to People magazine, it's not a tabloid, so most of it would be considered relatively truthful.
Yes well this morning I woke up at 8 in the morning in my modest and humble little room in the east wing, not to be confused with my other little hovel called the west wing. After a scrumptious breakfast which I enjoyed with my beautiful wife and a family of dirt poor farmers from Bellowabovehaven, I stood perfectly still for two hours so that an artist could capture my true being and essence in a 8 by12 foot oil painting. It was very important to me that it appeared realistic and did not over expose nor exaggerate any part of me which is so common in society today. I have no six pack, no rippiling stomach muscles, no abs of steel, and no rock hard pectorals.
So right about now, the time would be about 11 when I finished with that. At 11 everyday until noon, lunchtime, mid day meal etc., I leave time for quiet reflection in which I enjoy myself at my own leisure without the help of any of my many followers, who are always soooooo eager to lend a helping hand.
As I previously noted, lunchtime was at noontime, which brings me to this, this time in which I have specially put aside so as to deal with paper work, including this journal. The time presently is approximately 1:43:50.
And now, I say adieu, to yeiu and yeiu and yeiu.
Yours forever,
King Arthur of Britain
Note: Editing by "Ye Ole English" English Spelling Specialists, Catchy Phrases by "Thee Three Thespians" retired acting troop with a flare for the dramatic, and Publishing by "Thyne King's Private nah Public Printing Press". Special thanks to the Queen. xoxo
A/Note: Hello hello Lads and lassies…. Ever notice how there are like no guy writers… it could be a conspiracy… it could make a good plot for my next up date… but if you want to shock me… then go ahead! FINE!!!