Sasha Kovich

to Port St. Lucie.

It fucking sucks donkey balls. There's nothing to do here. At all.

The *only* plus side is we're in a bigger, better, nicer house.

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

with a rusty steel dildo.

Seriously.

Is it just me, or has the service industry gone to shit?

Every time I call to order something/get help/ask a question, I call and call leave message after message and NO ONE CALLS ME BACK.

I'm practically saying "I want to give you money, answer the fucking phone"

Ugh. So fucking frustrated.

For all you Losties out there, I give you this:

http://www.11points.com/TV/11_Early_Roles_the_Cast_of_Lost_Wishes_We%27d_All_Forget

The URL pretty much speak for itself.

My favorite is Sayid's. ;)

Enjoy!

...So, I won an entry to an online poker tournament that the winner gets a seat in the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas.

218 people are in it.

It starts in 5 minutes.

Holy crap. >.

Don't know if is it old, but I'll take my dose of possible fail for the massive lawlz.



NSFW for audio content...



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I'm kind of really hurt that I wasn't invited to my friend's wedding that I've known for almost a decade...

We don't see each other but every couple months except for when he comes to visit his mom.

He doesn't call me, I don't call him. It's not for a falling out, it's just because life gets in the way. Doesn't mean I care for him any less.

And the fact that a mutual friend of ours that's known him just as long was invited and not me, hurts.

Alot.

:(

I can't stop listening to Depeche Mode - In Your Room, The Cure - Lullaby, and The Cure - Fascination Street.

Over and over and over.

If it was possible to have a sordid love affair with music, I'd have a hot, steamy, raunchy all night fuck-fest with these three songs.

They bring out this...animalistic need to....exist and love and breathe and sink my teeth into tender flesh.

So odd to describe.

I'm almost done reading Vi Johnson's "To Obey, To Love, To Serve: Diary Of An Old Guard Slave" and I've never felt an author reach out from a book and draw me into how she's feeling, loving, acting. She writes so raw and passionately, I *feel* every moment of joy and sorrow, of passion and pain. It's very rare that written words can stir up such raw feeling, I'm usually a very visual person.

I feel trapped in my current living situation. Working on correcting it, but I can't be myself. I have to censor every act and word I do. And I hate it.
 

Who's everyone voting for and why?

I just found out Kevin Spacey is gay.

I don't really know why it's affected me so much, but it has.

I feel so disillusioned....

Just a quick shout out and Happy Birthday to my sister / partner in crime, darkwaver .

Never be someone's slogan, for you are poetry.

Love you.

I don't know how long it's been since I've posted.

Anywho.

Going through a 2 liter of Diet Dr. Pepper in an hour might have something to do with that.

I've also come to the conclusion that I *might* be addicted to poker.

ok, so, My parents just came over to drop Me off breakfast and I thought they were going to just pull up in the driveway.

They come to the front door.

Normally, this wouldn't be such a bad thing "Sure, pop, come on in, let's have a chat about current events." (He's a republican, anyway, so I don't know how much discussion would actually happen, lol)

Anywho, this sounds like a good idea, right?

Well, not when there's a buffet table of whips, floggers, nipple clamps, and other things of a BDSM fashion by your front door.

My heart is still racing.

Jeebus.

I have the best boyfriend ever.

I'm going to marry him.

He makes me sooooooooooooooooo happy.

This is him and your truly:

Here's the latest edition to the family and I. Isn't he adorable? :) His name is Prince Zuzen.

Yeah..you know you have a good party when this happens:



Yes, that's an 8 foot iron cross in my second bedroom.
Yes, that's a very drunk Tim duck taped to it.

Emo party.

So much eyeliner.

So much sadness.

Gettin' hugged by Billy.

That is...great.

Haven't posted on LJ in ages.

People dancing in my living room.

There once was a girl from north palm beach,
Whose yum drink was just out of reach.
She reached for the glass,
And fell on her ass,
Now she's on the floor out of reach.

Yay for drunken limericks!

w0rd.

Alright, mofos. Time to lay teh sexiness on you once again.

It's the return of Maudlin X, with a new addition, my boyfriend/boytoy/slave/pet, craig.

As traditional in Maudlin X, we had a photo shoot starring two of it's founding members, Di-Fi and myself.

WIthout further ado, get your kleenex and vaseline ready, I present to you:



 

Things have been pretty good for the most part. Aside from excrusiating tooth pain the last week or so, rendering me completely useless on anything even remotely productive, life's good.

I've pumped so much aleve, tylenol, advil, hydrocodone, and vicodin in me this last week, I can practically hear my liver pleading for me to stop. But the throbbing pain in my jaw says to keep feeding the pain, Miss Liver, so deal with it, mmmk? I'm also currently feeling nauseous, or however it's spelled. Maybe there's some sort of correlation.

I start a new job (not exactly sure on the date) with Aly's family sometime in the not too distant future. So psyched about it. I like the job I'm at now, but this new one has alot more possibilities for advancment and alot more I can learn from it.

Plus, I get to see Aly and her mommy and daddy every day, yayyyyyyy! Not to mention see more of the only *grumble* ninja I like, Nafan.

And I'm sorry if what I did hurt, it was completely unintentional. Forgive me? >.<

Also have another friendship sort of on the rocks, this time I don't really know what I did wrong exactly. I know a couple little things, but they were done out of concern for the person, which they ultimately got mad at? Maybe I shouldn't care so much and stop trying to fix everything and everyone, it seems to go unappreciated.

When my loyalty is questioned by someone I've put myself out for over and over, spent sleepless nights agonizing how to help, almost lost a job because of, yes I get pissed. Don't tell me that you can't trust me, when I've done nothing but love and try to protect you, even from yourself. I'm proud of the progress you've made, as per our discussion, but don't lash out at me when I've done nothing wrong. 

If that sounds cryptic to anyone but that person, it was meant to be.

I'm off like a prom dress. I fucking love each and every one of you.

Yes, even you over there.

Yes, you.

With the squinty eyes.

You squinty eyed...homosapien.