Sasha Distan

Atoki opened one eye and blinked slowly, steadily realising that both his eyes were now working fine. He lifted two fingers to touch the significantly reduced swelling, then made a point of looking at the little green digital clock. It was ten o’clock at night, which meant that it was dark again, and meant that he had slept through a whole day. Atoki sighed and snuggled himself more firmly into the pillows and blankets. The soft groan behind him let him know that he wasn’t alone. He tried to tw

I stalled because i got married. no other reason. you raise some interesting points, and you'll have to wait and see how it goes. as to a word on sponsors... there was not enough paraolympic quad rugby teams, and they're not picky when it comes to who you love. Zupan embodies everything about the sport, and that's way more important to the team's sponsors than who he dates.

After Atoki had made a fool of himself on his knees and Vuuraska had helped him get dressed, the demon had melted back into his more feral form and Atoki had gathered up the remaining toiletry and clothing items. He dumped all his old stuff, except the coat, behind one of the cisterns and checked his hair in the mirror. “Would you believe I actually used to be proud of the way I looked?” Atoki ruffled his fringe and sighed, “And then it just became something I had to do to keep him happy.” He s

GA has changed my life: and made it full of really awesome people. it's good to be here too.

on the other hand, some words are so useful they have exponetial meanings. here is my favourite. sourced from wiki via thedidyouknow blog: “Fuck” can be used as a verb, adverb, adjective, command, interjection, noun, and can logically be used as virtually any word in a sentence (e.g., “Fuck the fucking fuckers”). Moreover, it is one of the few words in the English language which could be applied as an infix (e.g., “Am I sexy? Absofuckinglutely!”; “Bullfuckingshit!”). It has various metaphorical meanings. The verb “to be fucked” can mean “to be cheated” (e.g., “I got fucked by a scam artist”), or alternatively, to be sexually penetrated. As a noun “a fuck” or “a fucker” may describe a contemptible person. “A fuck” may mean an act of copulation. The word can be used as an interjection, and its participle is sometimes used as a strong emphatic. The verb to fuck may be used transitively or intransitively, and it appears in compounds, including fuck off, fuck up, “fuck you”, and fuck with. In less explicit usages (but still regarded as vulgar), fuck or fuck with can mean to mess around, or to deal with unfairly or harshly. In a phrase such as “don’t give a fuck”, the word is the equivalent of “damn”, in the sense of something having little value. In “what the fuck!”, it serves merely as an intensive. If something is very abnormal or annoying “this is fucked up!” may be said.

Thank you everyone! We had the most awesome day anyone had ever had. it was amazing, and silly, and strange. it was perfect. There is the most amazing selection of cake, everyone looked amazing. we danced. i wore cowboy boots for part of the evening. Cris looked hot in his new suit. he wore the yellow socks.....tehehe. I didn't bark at anyone. we slow danced to country songs by the lake, everyone on the other side of the water wolf-whistled. i was so happy i can barely even think about it, let alone describe it. i am so happy i keep having to check that i'm awake and this is real. I married the world's most perfect man. and i don't care if you don't think so. he's mine and i ain't letting go. we plus "the bridesmaids" and our good friend Kelly and Martin all ended up in the hot tub in our underwear when everyone else had gone home. our good friend and owner of the farm cooked us awesome breakfast this morning. she brought my horse Copper into the garden during the reception so i could get a photo with him all dressed up. we got married on the farm. everything didn't match, and that was perfect. I will be posting pictures of the cake. if anyone knows how to send cake safely through the post, that would be useful information. Also, in cool news, my cousin who words for Aardman entertainment (Wallace and Gromit) took some cool photos with a studio camera which last week was used to take photos of Pink Floyd. he knew that this would make me happy. big sloppy wolfy kisses for all of you. my new Husband and Geek waves and says hi (actually he said "tell them, they're all gay!" but what he means is "thanks and hello") someone has to beable to translate for him... that's me. love. love and cake. love and cake and yellow roses. Sasha xxx

why thank you!

for a certain value of the word "good"

i need to ignore these prompts in favour of wedding. please excuse.

few demons can look human. Nassau is sort of an exception to this rule.

oh yeah....

He’d met Aris at a bar. A damn bar. Hindsight was a wonderful thing, and had he been to any other bar on any other night, maybe his life wouldn’t have turned out so badly. He’d been blown away by the man, by his good looks and fantastical charm, by his charisma and money, and his fake adoration of Atoki. It was so easy for him to be seduced by the older man. That night he had gone home with the beautiful man in the suit, and they’d screwed all night long. Atoki had never had it better. In the m

well, doing stuff with the horse and snowboarding aren't sports, they're lifestyle choices. love watching murderball (quad wheelchair rugby for those who don't know). i'll watch motocross and roller derby if it's on

hehehheh.... i am like drugs....

it's just not actually funny. it's just a bit rubbish, both in concept and production.

*dangles ball of string temptingly in front of kitten* i am a cruel master.

The realisation that he was still alive came as something of a shock to Atoki as consciousness crept in. Pain blossomed through his body. His limbs ached as blood returned to his fingers which had been flattened under the weight of himself a bit too long with a surprising tingle. His chest and abdomen hurt. His lungs were tight and raspy, and the whole left side of his face throbbed. He didn’t want to sit up and find out where he was, or what the damage was. He’d walked into a fire, by all righ

i love to make you happy.

people like him the reason the older generation still thinks they know more than we do. he gives all the 20somethings in the world a bad rep. we're not all useless prats!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1HD_1qr4duk Brad Paisley - Southern Comfort Zone. It's summer, i needs ma country musics.

Agreed. they rock, but they're not the best new thing out this year. also...this year is sort of only half done. when are we measuring 12-13 from exactly?

come to Lewes, i will show you fire and demons.

I jinxed it didn't I? It's overcast and chilly now! Oh well, sunday's weather will be perfect, or the gods will be answerable to me.

people ask me why i have no FB and i remind them that i am a teacher. Sure, there are teacher's with FB accounts. i think they're thick. not a year goes by when a teacher doesn't end up losing their job over something stupid that they talked about on FaceBook. FB is the easy land of over-sharing. Over-sharing costs people their jobs. This guy is a prat. God i hope he doesn't breed.

yeeowch! poor Mikie... OK, so i would have done the same thing in his position. i tend to hit and think afterwards. i understand his situation. And i feel sorry for Tyler, somehow, his arrival herald's doom in the extreme. someone else id going to get blodded. ah shit. good chapter though, although the random JoAnn and Cassie insertions threw me for a loop.