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  <title>Real Love Stories...</title>
  <subtitle>Never Have Endings</subtitle>
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    <name>Miss Bailey</name>
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  <updated>2006-12-22T22:28:29Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celtic_bailey:1611</id>
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    <title>"i think we should see other people"</title>
    <published>2006-12-22T22:25:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-22T22:28:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so that's not how it went. But with his "whatever, i don't think kissing other people is a big deal" attitude...  the least i could do was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=575228db0f964750b636592G06122214"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=575228db0f964750b636592G06122214&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;i know i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. i'm sure everyone who reads this knows who that is, but if, for some reason, you don't, that's Kyle. We're on a break - for now. It may become indefinate. Who knows.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celtic_bailey:1532</id>
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    <title>celtic_bailey @ 2006-10-24T18:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-24T18:16:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-24T23:07:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Mmmnn by Grandadbob</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A woman just got in contact with me on this site i signed onto a long time ago. Her name is Marlayna, she's 18, and she lives in Winnipeg. And after talking to her for a couple of days...she seems really nice. And she's got a mad crush on me. Gave me a call last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen the movie Imagine Me &amp; You, you should look it up; it's a really cute movie about this girl who marries this guy, but while she's walking down the aisle, she makes eye contact with the woman who arranged her flowers...and eventually they end up falling in love with eachother. But the married girl tries to stay with her man, because she does love him, but he ends up saying "this is the unstoppable forch, Rach; i've got to move" which goes back to something that was said earlier in the movie. He's really sweet about getting out of the way for the two, but it's really sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the man finds someone else when he goes off flying somewhere, and the two women end up really happy with eachother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, however, what Kyle is afraid of. And it's not much of a concern to me, but...his worry worries me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, this is she :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b323/AniDivine/Marlayna/Marlayna_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous, isn't she?&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://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b323/AniDivine/Marlayna/Marlayna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a musician too. A woman after my own heart :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to get on, though; Sam is starting up the computer so i can watch Pocahontas 2. Apparantly she doesn't end up with John Smith, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ABOUT!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celtic_bailey:1140</id>
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    <title>"After The Morning"</title>
    <published>2006-10-20T22:02:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-20T22:02:23Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Here In Your Arms by hellogoodbye (check it out)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i've been here since just after Thanksgiving, and i've yet to tire of waking up next to Kyle, and being with the people of this household every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day there was this moment where i was lying on the couch and Kyle was kneeling beside me, resting his head on my tummy, and i believe he began tickling me...i'm not sure exactly what it was, and i don't remember every second of this moment, but i was laughing and he was laughing and...i realized that i was happy. Not just satisfied, not on my toes wondering when one of us was going to stop feeling this, not scared of losing everything, just perfectly happy. i don't believe i've had one relationship where i've been happy. Not worried about anything, just living in every second as it happened. It amazed me. In fact, i think i just sat there smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowan has started making more and more baby sounds. She'll sit there grinning and pursing her lips, making an "oo" face, and if you keep making "oo" sounds as well, eventually she'll start talking to you, and you can carry on a fairly decent conversation! It's lovely. Makes me melt every single time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also found this new musician named Cara Dillon ( www.caradillon.co.uk ), and she's brilliant. My favorite song is She's Like The Swallow, so far, but there's one song that made me cry when i'd heard it. It's called There Were Roses. It's about Cara and a couple of her male friends, one was Catholic, and the other Protestan[t]. Apparantly she lived in the Northern half, or on the border or some such (County Derry?), and one day the Protestan[t] was killed due to rivalries between the religious groups. In any case, it's quite sad, all about the ending of the war and such. Beautiful song.&amp;nbsp; i think i might sing She's Like The Swallow for St. Crispin's, if i get the nerve. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the news i've got, really. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry it's not much :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing everyone, even, surprisingly, my family ;p&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. did i mention we got another dog? A beagle?&lt;br /&gt;And my sister has named it Bagel?&lt;br /&gt;Bagel the Beagle?&lt;br /&gt;i'm opting for a new name.&lt;br /&gt;Preferably Abby.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done up to chapter 13, now. Was only at Chapter 6 when i came here. Fairly well, yeh? Getting myself all in order. But i still don't have a mask. Damnit. Nor do i have money to buy anything to make a mask. So i'm rightwell fucked. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaps of love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where you are the one, the one that lies close to me, &lt;br /&gt;Whispers, "hello, i missed you quite terribly"&lt;br /&gt;i fell in love, in love with you suddenly, &lt;br /&gt;Now there's no where else i could be but here in your arms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lmao...almost typo'd "arse" instead of arms. That would have been great.)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:celtic_bailey:829</id>
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    <title>My Chicken's Have Hatched... Can I Count Them Now?</title>
    <published>2006-10-12T21:03:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-12T21:03:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;First of all, to address the post previous this one: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i was in a terrible mess when an ex i've not yet stopped loving came back into my life faster than you can say "there's no place like home"; and what a hard hitting hurricane he is. My mind was in shambles, and i was in no mood - or was it that i didn't have the ability - to sit down and explain myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although i would love to be a constant blogger, tracking the events of my oh-so mundane life - HOLD. (-=angrily pushes stray hair out of eyes, then blinks furiously at it when it returns to sit infront of my right bright-blue=-) Okay, so as i was saying, although i would love to be a constant... i had to pause for a few days to get myself back in order, for as most of you know, i'm quite happy with the beau that i have right now (Darling Kyle), and if i hadnt've gotten my thoughts together, chances are i would have (VERY VERY STUPIDLY) pushed Kyle away, as well as Ashi, all because of the firm belief that, in the end, my emotions will get the better of me, and it's better to end it now than when we're both in love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; See my problem, lovies?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In any case.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; i've got it pretty much sorted out. Actually,&amp;nbsp;HE sorted it out for me when, after stating over and over - until it became redundant - how much he adored me, loved me, wanted me, NEEDED ME (this is my weak spot; i'm already aware that he loves me, but i had the fairy tale kind of love in mind, not the kind of love he's looking for...the kind he didn't get from his Mother; i am not his mother), and all that jazz, he proceeded to talk to me about the sexual relationship he's been having with this one "fucking gorgeous body"-- er, fucking gorgeous body? Pause with me and mentally slap him, ladies. You can see how this corrected me almost instantly? (-=pushes hair out of eye again; reaches for hair elastic and notices how hair finally stays where it's supposed to out of fear=-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So that's about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We're still talking, but after realizing that he's still not quite over his "i'm a demi-god" idea, any hope for him was lost. Which is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wanna see an absolutely &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; black man? And i mean beautiful. Good friend of mine just got back in touch with, well worth the wait to talk to. He's quite brilliant, really, and i daresay he even knows it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ashi &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, Astley Brown III, but Ashi to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry Ashi, i had to; you're so pretty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 163px" height="202" width="274" alt="" src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b323/AniDivine/1269733216_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Other than that, the only news is that my poor babygirl has a cold, and i'm in PG until&amp;nbsp;St. Crispins! Sorry, girls, i really wish i could finish masks with you :[&amp;nbsp; -=tear=-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But i should go finish burning this CD and do some more homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Slante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bailey / Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Consider their sink shined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Heart Problems No Medication Can Aid</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T10:36:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T10:36:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm afraid that i'll be out of order due to some heart failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be back up and running within a few hours, or a few nights of crying myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for any inconvenience, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;management.</content>
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    <title>Better Than Chocolate</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T21:18:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T21:18:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>the sound of Magpie eating Jalepeno Doritos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, Magpie suggested that i take the same test she did, seeing as i was all about the being no fun (when i'm really just a bag o' laughs; honest!), so...i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaddya think Magpie...Do they seem accurate?&lt;br /&gt;(Yours did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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