On the boards I think I am known for my desperate attempts not to be invisible, my open marriage, my bisexuality, the fact that I am raising my orphaned brother-in-law, my affinity for jazz and good movies, and my ability to pick up on almost any obscure little reference to pop culture.
I swear I’ve grown to love each and every one of you, even though I’ve been miserably sick all weekend and just got back from being dragged to the mall to find something to wear for next weekend’s formal all it took was a few moments of reading this thread to brighten my day.
Bouv, I dub thee Master of the Royal Order of Adorably Cute Sad Faces, Lord of Funny German Stuff and Junk.
Tristan, baby, I love you, you seem like the greatest guy, I’m really sorry it’s taken this long…
Tristan, I crown thee Prince Tristan, Beloved of All Deemed Lucky Enough to Make Your Acquaintance, Enchanter of the Fair Sex, Protector of Family and Love, Baron of All That is Sweet to The Senses.
I wouldn’t mind being a Knight or Lord Protector of something. Maybe “Lord Protector of All who Do Not Suck”, or something to that effect.
Tripler
Oh, wait, I’m not supposed to knight myself. Damn. . .
Alright, I’ve been looking around some of the other threads and done a little researc and…
Betenoir, I dub thee Protector of Wet Parakeets the World Over, Master of Un-Aloof Kitty Cats (Especially Those Named Priscilla) and Social, But Scary, Flying Rat/Bat Things.
::: Pads by and stops, wanders over and picks up this thread. Examining it closely he hrmphs, and dusts it off before placeing it atop a pedestal for others to observe. :::
I’m sorry, all of you, I’m so very sorry, I’ve been feeling semi-suicidal lately, seriously. It’s taken all my effort to drag myself to school every day knowing that it’ll be the same old thing, with my best friend sick and in a pretty bad mood, my ex boyfriend causing me so much pain just by being there, my boyfriend being altogether too cuddly and making me feel guilty that I’m just going out with him in hopes that life will shape up, and then my grades nicely dropping. Everyone expecting so much from me, and me knowing that I’m no where near living up to their expectations because I can’t because I’m not the good child they think I am. I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you titles, I will once I feel up to it.