Eric's House Of Ego
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1. Comment to this entry with an imaginary post you think would be totally out of character for me to make--something I'd never talk about, never discuss, never say, anything. It has to be completely out of character for me.
2. Post this in your own journal.
|Date:||September 23rd, 2004 09:03 am (UTC)|| |
Here begynnethe þe first boke of curtasye.
Qwo so wylle of curtasy lere,
In this boke he may hit here!
Yf thow be gentylmon, 3omon, or knaue,
The nedis nurture for to haue.
When thou comes to a lordis 3ate,
The porter þou shalle fine ther-ate;
Take hym thow shalt þy wepyn tho,
And aske hym leue in to go
To speke with lorde, lady, squyer, or grome.
Ther-to the nedys to take the tome ;
For yf he be of loghe degree,
Than hym falles to come to the;
Yf he be gentylmon of kyn,
The porter wille lede the to hym.
When thow come tho halle dor to,
Do of they hode, thy gloues also;
Yf þe halle be at the furst mete,
This lessoun loke thow no3t for-3ete:
Þe stuard, countroller, and tresurere,
Sittand at de deshe, þou haylse in fere.
Within þe halle sett on ayther side,
Sitten other gentylmen as falles þat tyde;
Enclyne þe fayre to hom also,
First to the ry3ht honed þou shalle go,
Sitthen to þo left honed þy neghe þou cast;
To hom þou boghe withouten wrast ;
Take hede to 3omon on þy right honed,
And sithen byfore the screne þou stoned
In myddys þe halle opon þe flore,
Whille marshalle or vssher come fro þe dore,
And bydde the sitte, or to borde the lede.
Be stabulle of chere for mesnke , y rede;
Yf he þe sette at gentilmonnes borde,
Loke þou be hynde and lytulle of worde.
Pare þy brede and kerue in two,
Tho ouercrust þo nether fro;
In fowre þou kutt þo ouer dole,
Sett hom to-gedur as hit where hole;
Sithen kutt þo nether fro;
And turne hit down, lerne þis at me.
And lay thy trenchour þe be-fore,
And sitt vp-ry3ht for any sore.
Spare brede or wyne, drynke or ale,
To thy messe of kochyn be sett in sale;
|Date:||September 23rd, 2004 09:15 am (UTC)|| |
Dude, the chicks totally dug me at last night's gig. One girl flung her bra at me during the beer chugging contest, and I totally hammered the bartender.
(Either that or....)
We went down to the park today. It was so beautiful that I just had to give in the urge to run between the trees with my arms outspread, absorbing the efulgent essence of life that surrounded me.
I can't belive I'm still getting away with this. The wifey things it is a gutar in the case and never suspects it is the suitcase that I use when I go over to the boyfriends house. I've come up with a new scam this year to make her think I have overnight weekend gigs so the boy toy and I can spend weekends together out at the gay nudist colony in Michigan. Good thing she never checks my body for marks.
|Date:||September 23rd, 2004 09:45 am (UTC)|| |
YO YO YO WASSUP HOMES
YO YO YO ERIC C IN DA HIZZOUSE! E TA THA R-I-C, BEEYOTCH...WADDUP WADDUP WADDUP? I B BLASTIN SOME MAD TITE RIMES AN CHILLIN IN MY CRIB AND MY DAWG DOES HIS BIDNESS RIGHT IN DA LAUNDRY BASKET, AND IM ALL LIKE DAYUM, DAWG, DAS MAD RIPE! WHY Y'ALL GOTSTA BE FRONTIN' LIKE YA JUST SNIFFIN AN SHIT WHEN Y'ALL REALLY B DROPPIN' A MAD P-BOMB ON MA BADASS GEAR, FOO? AN' HE ALL LIKE WOOF WOOF AN' SHIT, AN' I'M LIKE BITCH I'MA NEUTER YO ASS YOU B TAKIN' A LEAK ON MA BLING BLING...
SHIZZA MA NIZZA,
Re: YO YO YO WASSUP HOMES
I think I almost died laughing, when I gave the link to Bill and told him to read it. He read it aloud, and it was quite hilarious.
If Eric were a female, her private con report post would be like...
Arrrighty, took this to the extreme, because I can't put myself in a male state of mind right now... here's what Eric would post if he was a female who cheated on her lover at con:
Saturday night, I told myself that I would remain sober for the con. I really believed that I would, but the makings for White Russians were sitting in the fridge in my hotel room, just in case I wanted to drink my ass off. I looked at the Kaluha and Fleischmann’s vodka, and smiled, telling myself the liquor was only there to perhaps drown a bit of guilt.
I decided to change skirts, from the black with belt buckles, to the tight black micro-mini with the orange fishnet overskirt. I added fishnet thigh-highs with a garter belt for good measure, and put on my Fuck Me Now boots again. I decided the bandana I was wearing wasn’t good enough, and put that aside for one covered with flames that matched the orange fishnet quite nicely. I almost forgot the underwear as I snapped the garters up, but I remembered just in time, and grabbed my tiniest thong, even though I knew I had no one to impress with it.
I quickly put on a coat of makeup and went out, back to the con, and got several nice comments on my outfit. I found my orange fedora with my friend Mel, and as a bonus, I also found Dean! Woohoo! Dean looked me up and down, and licked his lips at me. I know he wanted me, it was just a matter of time.
Well, some time passed and Mel and I were talking, but I forget about what because Dean was still looking at me... ohhhh he's so fucking hot... I was distracted a bit, so I made some excuse up to go back to my room, but disappeared in the gaming room instead.
Of course Dean found me, and we talked a bit. We kissed and talked for a bit and decided that it would be cool if we could fuck. Later, even though he had said he'd check Mel's situation out, he found me, and kissed me, and led me to his room.
Ethan doesn't have to know, does he? Dean and I fucked like crazy, and he went down on me and I came sooooooo many times and I was like whoaaaaaaaaah... this was friggin' amazing. Whoaaaa...
But the guilt came as I cuddled Dean in bed as he experienced aftershocks after his second orgasm of the night. It was amazing, full of regret and guilt, but I know that I would have regretted it even more if we had not had sex that night. I mean, after all, I've waited for Ethan for three years. I give up.
It was a con fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. A one-night stand riddled with lust and later guilt. Ethan doesn't have to know, but still, I feel rather bad just smiling at him to his face saying "Oh, nothing happened." If I did tell him, it would only be in an attempt to drive him away, because of my experience, and his chosen lack of experience.
But dammit, I needed to confide in somebody, and LiveJournal, you're it. Goodnight.
|Date:||September 23rd, 2004 05:53 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: If Eric were a female, her private con report post would be like...
Very funny everyone
|Date:||September 24th, 2004 12:36 am (UTC)|| |
n sync rulez!!
you know people I know ... do I know you ??? you know ...