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  <title>bellaboo</title>
  <subtitle>I don't know what I'm doing.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Bella</name>
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  <updated>2009-03-04T10:53:15Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:97958</id>
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    <title>The deal is rotten.</title>
    <published>2009-03-04T10:53:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-04T10:53:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's hard to stand by your convictions when there are things, people, and destructive ideas clouding your judgment and pushing you to be who you don't want to be, used to be, and can so easily be.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:91393</id>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2007-03-30T10:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-30T17:33:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-30T17:33:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Never been this happy in my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:91343</id>
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    <title>Can't focus.</title>
    <published>2007-03-24T05:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-24T05:55:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Jeeze, I always thought by default nobody got what they wanted in life, but I'm getting what I want, need, and barely deserve. And then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, last week was a blur of insomnia and delirium but I guess I managed to land myself a reserved seat in being special in somebody's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Why does blind adoration feel a lot like sensory deprivation?&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can really feel right now is stomach butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:89614</id>
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    <title>you needy peice of shit</title>
    <published>2007-03-05T06:59:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-05T06:59:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">AND&lt;br /&gt;People's emotional hangups make me fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to deal with baggage. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have problems too, but I don't take the whole world down with me, and I know how to deal with it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:88676</id>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2007-02-22T23:07:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-23T07:14:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-23T07:14:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All this working and being an upstanding citizen is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;Being a working part of the machine is nice, but I think pretty soon it'll be time for some good old fashioned MAYHEM, CATASTROPHE AND KILLING ANIMALS.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:86473</id>
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    <title>Subject in changing.</title>
    <published>2007-01-20T06:05:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-20T06:05:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things are going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, subject to change.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:85146</id>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2007-01-03T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-03T08:28:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-03T08:28:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>20 Years, by Placebo.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had fun in Arlington. &lt;br /&gt;New Years was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;I... don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a weird mood right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of it for days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:84810</id>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-12-26T11:19:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T19:20:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T19:20:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still go to Arlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even smell weird, and I showered twice already and it's not even noon.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm rotting.</content>
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    <title>Let me steal this moment from you now.</title>
    <published>2006-12-24T09:00:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-24T09:00:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Running Up That Hill, by Placebo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's that time of year again, that time where everybody's seasonal affective disorder starts to show a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to see people unhappy.</content>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-12-08T22:45:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-09T06:45:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-09T06:45:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>People are People, by Depeche Mode</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My birthday is in 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I want to have a birthday right now though, I don't really know what I want and I work too much to celebrate.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:82883</id>
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    <title>Schedule for the month of December.</title>
    <published>2006-12-02T06:34:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-02T06:34:28Z</updated>
    <category term="december schedule"/>
    <content type="html">Friday 01 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 02 DEC [peg] 6:30AM-3:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 03 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Monday 04 DEC [peg] 1PM-6:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 05 DEC [ifeb] 7:30AM-3PM&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 06 DEC [ifeb] 1PM-6:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 07 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Friday 08 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 09 DEC [peg] 6:30AM-3:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 10 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Monday 11 DEC [peg] 1PM-6:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 12 DEC [ifeb]7:30AM-3PM&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 13 DEC &lt;b&gt;MY 17TH BIRTHDAY.&lt;/b&gt; Hair appointment at 9:45AM. Catching the 11:35 ferry back. Work [ifeb] 1PM-6:30PM Catching 7:10 boat to Seattle for dinner with Des.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 14 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Friday 15 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM (subject to change, possibly have off?)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 16 DEC [peg] 6:30AM-3:30PM (subject to change, possibly have off?)&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 17 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM (FIND SOMEBODY TO COVER THIS SHIFT)&lt;br /&gt;Monday 18 DEC [peg] 1PM-6:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 19 DEC [ifeb] 7:30AM-3PM&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 20 DEC &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;FINALLY A DAY OFF!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 21 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Friday 22 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 23 DEC [peg] 6:30AM-3:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 24 DEC Christmas Eve OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Monday 25 DEC Christmas Day. OFF.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 26 DEC [ifeb] 1PM-6:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 27 DEC OFF&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 28 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Friday 29 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 30 DEC [peg] 6:30AM-3:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 31 DEC [peg] 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This schedule is subject to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little sad that my next for sure day off is December 20th.</content>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-11-15T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T08:00:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-15T08:00:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wednesday 15 NOV (ifeb) 8AM-3PM&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 16 NOV (peg) 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Friday 17 NOV (peg) 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 18 NOV (peg) 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 19 NOV (peg) 2PM-10PM&lt;br /&gt;Monday 20 NOV(peg) 1PM-6:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 21 NOV (ifeb) 8AM-3PM&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 22 NOV OFF&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 23 NOV Thanksgiving. OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard.&lt;br /&gt;This schedule is subject to change.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:80626</id>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-11-08T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-09T05:08:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-09T05:29:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pictures from my Europe Trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6278.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing my new camera from the airplane. Those are icebergs. And that's Greenland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;London&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Balcony of the Hostel taking pictures of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piccadilly Circus. It's the tourist thing, I uh, had to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe008.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister looking grumpily over a beer on Carnaby Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vintage metal sign shop? I don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Street Kensington near the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me doing that thing I do where I love taking extreme angular shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe034.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Getting Tattooed in Soho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd have gotten more of her tattooing me, my sister took some, but I don't have them up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe037.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe047.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe044.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hyde Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe050.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe051.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe053.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Something Blah Blah Blah Royal Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe058.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thing in Hyde Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Germany&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Torture Museum in Germany&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6251.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6252.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were masks that were put on women who disobeyed their husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6253.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early day electric chair. People were made to sit naked on the nails, which were sometimes charged with elecricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6257.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring was charged with electricity and held your waist while you were lifted and dropped repeatedly on the sharp pyramid which penetrated your anus or vagina and impaled you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6255.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guillotine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6258.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other misc. device of torture, I'm pretty sure this was strapped around your neck and cut into the bottom of your chin and the divet between your collarbones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6259.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiked chain that priests would wrap around their arms and legs (self mutilation), you know, like in the Da Vinci Code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6260.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the "downtown" of where we were staying in Germany&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6249.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I get my charming good looks. My grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6264.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6265.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stromberg Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6266.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6270.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeding swans with the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6271.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6269.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6268.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6274.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and a swan. Looks like they're cautiously eyeing one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/DSCN6275.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I forget the name of this town so I called it Narnia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe099.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe096.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castles in the fog on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe097.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe076.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandparents in Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe100.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather changed really fast? I dont know how the hell I took this picture right after I took the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe079.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe080.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe088.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the courthouse. Where thieves would be chained and flogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe083.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. The building has gone crooked over the years. Narnia is so charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Churches in Trier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably my favorite thing I did in Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe101.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First church we went to. Some of the oldest churches in Germany are in Trier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe102.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe103.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNESCO symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe104.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe105.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe106.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe107.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe108.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe109.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe111.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The I guess "official" oldest church in Germany, the Basilica. Dates back to Before Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe112.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe113.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe114.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe116.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as pretty from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe117.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe120.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe121.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house where Karl Marx was born. It's now a museum all about Karl Marx, which I didn't want to go into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe122.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jew alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe125.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gate to Trier, which since being built has obviously been bombed and burned. This was right about on the Luxembourg border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe141.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last church we went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe140.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe144.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe138.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paid 45 euro cents to light a candle and for somebody in your life. I couldn't think of who to light one for, so I lit one for smiling, because I love it when people smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe136.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe131.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe130.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe128.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe126.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The HUGE pipe organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe124.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe127.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the beautiful stonework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe129.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courtyard graveyard. Below lie the catacombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe132.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe134.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Heinrich died at 26 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe133.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ferry, in some town in Germany, about 15 minutes from the French border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe139.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are wine vineyards in the background. They're everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe147.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAAAAAAAAASTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j219/bellafotd/irrelevant/europe155.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out, it's Pegasus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have. I'll put more up when I get the pictures off my sister's camera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT! Tell me who you are if you comment.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-11-04T22:56:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-05T06:56:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-05T06:56:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Who on Bainbridge wants to make a few extra dollars?&lt;br /&gt;I'll pay whoever helps me unpack my room.&lt;br /&gt;It's half done, so it shouldn't take more than an hour to an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pay you $30.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:77449</id>
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    <title>"Das ist schön" -Opa</title>
    <published>2006-10-21T19:25:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-21T19:32:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lots of pictures of my tattoo. Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/europe035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/europe039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/europe040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/europe037.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some close ups my sister took for me later that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/europe043.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/europe042.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/europe044.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tattoo was done by Claudia at Frith Street Tattoos in Soho, London.&lt;br /&gt;The design was my idea, Erik did a rough sketch of it for me, Claudia blew it up and redrew it touching it up some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here was my first tattoo. I don't really remember who did it or where but it was on Maui in Hawaii about 2 years ago. I've since retired my rainbow braids, but yeah that's me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/hh059.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/1000101003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:77145</id>
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    <title>dfsvgdf</title>
    <published>2006-10-21T06:23:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-21T06:26:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">aughsaflksda&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to the Gary Manuel Aveda Institute and I really don't think it's the right school for me.&lt;br /&gt;That sort of puts me in a weird position since it's been my plan for over a year now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my mom about it for a long long time and I really shouldn't be stressed since basically what's happening is I get to go straight to the school in London and my mom and grandparents are paying for my $31,000 tuition fully. I don't even have to get a work permit either because by summer I should have my Italian citizenship settled and they're part of the EU. I don't even have to learn a new language... and I know my way around London as it is. All I have to do is save all my money so I can settle in and be able to eat and sleep in a warm bed while I'm looking for a job that can work around my school hours and American accent. And that's simple enough, I'm a master at saving money. I haven't gotten up off my ass in days and I have $800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm mostly stressing about &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt;, because I have to decide that. Soon. And I'm afraid of having to actually grow up, as in, the real leap, not just baby steps and cautious peeks around the corner. I'm afraid of saying goodbye to my life here. And I feel pathetic about it because all around me my friends are growing up, going to college, and having full responsibility over their irresponsibility. Why can't I just man up and go?&lt;br /&gt;Either this upcoming September in 2007 seems way too soon, or I have to wait a long time until the September after that in 2008 and that seems way too late.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin a.</content>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-10-20T00:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-20T07:12:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-20T07:12:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I love getting new jeans. I bought some Miss Sixty's today.&lt;br /&gt;and they're very comfortable.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:76628</id>
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    <title>betreff</title>
    <published>2006-10-14T18:35:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-14T18:35:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>musik</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The day after tomorrow I GO BACK TO LONDON HURRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tattoo shit was a bad idea. I really like the tattoo a lot but the timing was awful. Im not allowed to show my grandparents it because they dont like tattoos so that really cuts down on what clothing I can wear since the thing is so big it always shows SOMEWHERE. Im sick of waking up with black scabs all over my bed having flaked off of it, and Im sick of itching so fucking much.  This is itchier than the time I got poison ivy, its awful. And I cant scratch it because it always looks really inappropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, anyway, thats enough complaining from me. I went to the oldest churches in germany the other day. If you have read the da vinci code, youll know what catacombs Im talking about right now. Theyre closed to the public but my grandparents are best friends with the priest so we get free raiding of the catacombs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of those chuches are so old they date back from Before Christ. Pictures soon!</content>
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    <title>Au revoir!</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T19:08:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T19:08:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Off I go to the ferry to go to England and Germany. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;Leave me tons of comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on my myspace and leave me comments, picture comments, blog comments, messages, etc. I promise I'll respond when I get back.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:74456</id>
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    <title>Just like a raindrop, I was born to fall.</title>
    <published>2006-09-21T07:25:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-21T07:50:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Built to Spill</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I know what it's like to be genuinely proud of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I learned that today.&lt;br /&gt;I set a goal of saving $1000 to spend in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;I doubled that goal to $2000, but I didn't pressure myself to meet that goal since I figured I couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got paid today and brought all saved money to the bank and added up.&lt;br /&gt;My balance: &lt;b&gt;$2,041.50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I never really set any personal goals or anything since I don't have a lot of self esteem. I couldn't even emotionally handle public high school, so I guess somewhere in the back of my mind I've always thought I was kind of a weak person, and just exceeding a small goal like that really cheers me up.</content>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-09-10T13:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-10T20:20:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-10T20:20:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm learning Croatian fast. :)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:72036</id>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-09-05T22:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-06T05:57:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-06T05:57:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blondie&lt;br /&gt;Rogue Wave&lt;br /&gt;of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Lady Sovereign&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Blue Scholars&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West&lt;br /&gt;Common Market [but we were behind the stage the whole time doing henna]&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Votolato&lt;br /&gt;Nouvelle Vague&lt;br /&gt;Metric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that this weekend.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:71290</id>
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    <title>birthdaysex @ 2006-08-31T02:28:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-31T09:36:19Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-31T09:36:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just got back from a Pretty Girls Make Graves concert.&lt;br /&gt;Their music is okay. I think the leading reason I like them is because the girls are quite attractive and I like the way they dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I've come to notice that I'm not really big on "shows".&lt;br /&gt;I usually only go to concerts of bands I REALLY like. I don't like large crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;BELLA GO TO SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL BE ASLEEP SOON</content>
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    <title>Henna</title>
    <published>2006-08-29T04:52:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-29T08:23:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Waltz #2 by Elliott Smith</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y46/bellabutton/aug28011.jpg" border="1"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:birthdaysex:70518</id>
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    <title>bok</title>
    <published>2006-08-28T19:39:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-28T19:39:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In a place where the average person can get by on $500 a month&lt;br /&gt;and my mother makes $5,000 a month&lt;br /&gt;we'd live like kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO CROATIA!</content>
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