Will Sin For Shoes
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Pubblicato:15 Luglio 2008 9:45 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:10 Gennaio 2009 5:34 am 20558 visite
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So it’s official...I have sinned in the worst way possible. I have done worse than covet thy neighbors wife....errrr husband...and well he wasn’t that great anyways. I have done worse than commit murder, it is more horrible than working on the Sabbath day. I have dishonored my mother and the church....ohh yes.....I have sinned.
So I am minding my own business today with nothing more to do than nothing. As of late, due to illness I need to help out my mother quite a bit. We Italians have this thing about the dead. When someone dies we need to honor them under all circumstances and for this reason we say masses for everyone we once knew. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, grandparents...yada yada yada.....yawn.
So I am minding my own business and my mother gives me a list of names and dates and a pile of cash to go to the church rectory and book all these masses. Now these masses are for absolutely everyone I have ever heard of...those strange people with the fucked up names that they would give people in the little town in Italy. I count up the cash and it is substantial...hundreds of dollars. So I ask my mother how much the church charges for a mass. She says its based on donation but usually around $10. Now, I am no mathmatician but this is costing her way more than $10 a mass, more like 5x the amount.
Now my mother has not had the best of lives or the easiest of breaks therefore by paying off the church I dont think she is going to get to heaven any easier. Therefore I made the decision to control the income of our church and her pocketbook and give the church only $10 a mass. So I have all this left over money in my pocket and feeling guilty. My had was shaking and I was perspiring as I gave the list and the cash to the secretary of the rectory. As I walked out I pulled out my cellphone to confess my sins.....mom just said to go by a pair of shoes and if I came to have an untimely death to remember that she told me so.
This evening my puppies chewed up a DKNY shoe of mine. I had a power failure that screwed up some files on my desktop pc. I weighed myself and put on 3 pounds. I got a zit. I stubbed my toe.....but I have the money for a new pair of shoes.
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Abandonment
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Pubblicato:14 Luglio 2008 10:08 am
Ultimo aggiornamento:1 Agosto 2009 9:29 am 21218 visite
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Sometimes things happen that make you realize that as a person you have grown and maybe even taken a few steps backwards in your quest to be a better person, a happier person or just a better functioning person. If I look back to the last 3 years I realize that my abandonment of small things and large things alike in a sense have changed the person I am for the better and the worse.
Honestly I used to be more of a neurotic type person in many regards. I used to over analyze everything, I used to create my interpretations within my brain and then live by them whether they were reality or not. And then again, in a smaller sense I have given up many vices in order to improve my quality of life.
Right now....and I mean RIGHT NOW!!! I need a cigarette badly!!
Back in October I gave up smoking. I had a major life event happen to me that made me realize that my health was more important than I ever originally believed. Cold turkey I went and I still haven’t had a cigarette although I crave and still take a drag here or there.
Now there are some things I have given up that maybe are not so dramatic.
I have given up the idea that the world revolves around me.
I have given up the idea of finding that one true love that is stronger than anything else I have ever experienced.
I have given up Vodka (hard one!)
I have given up raw cookie dough ice cream (cannot control intake at any time.)
I have given up thong panties....I like the brazillian cut ones better.
I have given up denial that a little bit of collegen around my eyes or my lips is not a necessity.
I have abandoned the idea that I should be nice to everyone....I am not.
I have given up the lifestyle of working only and not enjoying anything. I go away whenever I can, wherever I can afford.
I have given up multiple orgasms....Can someone give me one please?
I have abandoned my massage shower head....it broke....I cry every morning...
Lots of abandonment....What have you abandoned lately?
Bella bellina
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Put Me Out Of My Misery Already
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Pubblicato:10 Luglio 2008 7:59 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:1 Marzo 2009 8:10 pm 19570 visite
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My wireless connection is slow as hell, my puppies are driving me crazy with their play fighting and I am about to lose it. Yes, that’s right…I feel at the end of my rope! I think I am tired and I need a vacation. I have taken more than a few in the last year and a half and I suppose the boredom of real life is setting in.
I have a very good friend that vacations with me often…we have to many places in the last year and half…he is my vacation photographer, my temporary lover, my very good friend…..Cuba, Mexico, we went to Italy after my huge letdown….it is all a dream to me know except for the photos. I will post vacation photos periodically with me in them of course. I love naked where I shouldn’t be.
I am random and sporadic tonight…my thoughts feel this way. I feel this way. My puppies are tiring me out. I changed brand of doggy diaper and I think they are confused…instead of doing pee pee on it, they pick it up and drag it around the house, growling and shaking it dead.
I break up doggy fights between them as they growl and snarl and bite. I think they are going to kill each other even though they never draw blood. Are they playing…does anyone really know what runs through their little minds…..All I know is that they bite my ears, pull my hair, lick my bellybutton and nipples……they are better than a boyfriend!
My friend sent me something very cute today…its called Dog Property Laws
1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
10. If it's broken, it's yours.
Sounds like an ex boyfriend or 2.….
bella
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Blog Of Pain
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Pubblicato:7 Luglio 2008 8:50 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:20 Febbraio 2009 8:23 am 19642 visite
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Yes, tonight this blog will be considered the blog of pain. No, it will not give you a pain but rather a documentation of sorts. Whose pain you ask? Why thank you for asking! Tonight this blog will be a documentation of my pain or more accurately “pains."
Last night I was feeling pretty good after posting my blog. Also I had a fairly good home workout earlier in the evening and I was feeling very loose and limber. So anyone who knows me knows that in my bedroom I had installed a stripper pole many moons ago. A stripper pole you ask? Why yes, I used to be a dancer and I did very well on the pole. Never had any problems, great upper body strength and on more than one occasion I’d like to say a killer body to boot.
Yes, you read right….I am now 39 but I have done pretty well, up until 3 years ago I danced on occasion and was quite successful. I had no problems keeping up with the younger gals and up until last night I believed this still to be true.
You guessed it, last night I got up on my pole that I haven’t played with in many many months. Up, Up I went and down down I dropped like a sack of potatoes on the floor beside my bed. Yes, it was my trick knee from too much stair climbing at the gym. Then I began to notice even more pain as I got back up on my pole.
Now, this could become a long sorted tale so right now I will stop with the story and start documenting my pain.
Lets begin. From head to toe….
-right bicep very sore, hard to straighten my arm.
-right nipple sore as Mango fell asleep on me last night and I think he was chewing on my nipple.
-belly button sore from banging my piercing against the pole.
-tailbone sore from fall.
-pain in bruised area between my legs from trying to grip pole.
-right trick knee feels stiff,
-left heel sore from over impacting when working out.
Damn, the only thing that feels no pain is my little pussy cat because it hasn’t been banged around enough…
Do you feel my pain? Or am I just a big pain in the ass?
I was a stripper years ago……. WAS!
Now I am just plain and simple Bella_ 39.………….Don’t let me fool you…..I am better than I was….minus the pain!
Care to share any pain you feel when reading this blog or not?
Let me kiss it all better for you.
Bella
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A Special Blog
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Pubblicato:6 Luglio 2008 6:40 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:10 Gennaio 2009 5:58 pm 19920 visite
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It has been a lack lustre day and evening. Unfortunately it was not hot enough to go to the beach so I spent my day in my deck with a friend and my little puppies. Yes, for the first time today my little puppies were outside. I put their little feet down on the deck and they didn’t know what to do, whether to walk or to sniff. So much for me trying to keep them shiny and new, their little pads on their feet clean and fresh….I know I am strange.
So, in light of my somewhat miserable mood I figure my blog should represent how I feel. Therefore I am dedicating this blog to all those who have pissed me off in the past and recently and even those who haven’t pissed me off but rather looked at me funny….you are not spared.
Tonight my blog will be renamed as the Vaffanculo blog. Tonight a big Vaffanculo will go out to many.
So now I will begin.
A big vaffanculo I send out to my hairdresser who charged me over $200 when she highlighted my hair.
Vaffanculo to my best friend for sitting on my Christian Dior sunglasses.
I send a vaffanculo out to the asshole who emailed me here on the site to tell me that my breasts looked uneven….to you VAFFANCULO!
Vaffanculo to the loser I communicated with in Italy for 2 years who played me back in 2006. I had my cousin check you out….yes that’s right she visited you at work….she says your bald and ugly…..Triple Vaffanculo to you dickhead!
I am sending a soft vaffanculo to the lady at the grocery store who stepped in front of me with her cart. I stubbed your heels with my cart so I feel better already.
Vaffanculo goes out to my brother….enough said.
Itsy bitsy vaffanculo’s go out to my puppies for chewing on my pretty shoes, my bra and my stockings…..you little boys are cute so I forgive you already.
Well, I feel better already. And so concludes tonight’s edition of the Vaffanculo blog.
Enough said.
~bella
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Shaking My Ass
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Pubblicato:3 Luglio 2008 9:38 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:20 Febbraio 2009 8:24 am 18988 visite
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It's 11:30 pm and I am all alone sitting on my bed with my laptop, the tv on and my little puppies on their pretty pink pillow beside my bed. I spent the evening at the gym and in a tanning bed....some things never change. For me at least it seems that little changes over time...in the big picture.
I called this blog "Shaking My Ass" because someone at the gym commented I should continue to shake my ass as I walked by. I started to think....I have shaken my ass on many occasion. I used to make good cash shaking my ass when I danced. I shake my ass daily...to provoke, for attention, naturally and just because it is a part of me. Hell, call me a slut and say I do it to piss people off....well I do.
I have to tell you a secret.....I like my ass. I work hard for my ass. I think my ass may be my best asset after my lips...the ones on my face. Maybe I am just talking out of my ass (no pun intended.) Maybe I am just bored.
If you dont like this post you can kiss my ass......Ok, I didn't mean that...it just sounded good. 
Have a great evening,
bella / brutta / bella / brutta..............
bella
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Building A Vagina
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Pubblicato:29 Giugno 2008 7:12 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:6 Luglio 2008 7:34 pm 18533 visite
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Now, I am not an old fashioned girl. I like hip music, I love fashion and to travel. Hell, I am a super hot fuck in bed if I say so myself! But sometimes I hear something or I am asked to do a favor that doesn't seem the norm.
Do you remember my spandex friend? So we went to the beach this morning (as friends) as I have no problem suntanning with someone who sucks in bed. He came in for a cold drink and I did notice the stupid Walmart bag in his truck that he did bring it into my home. Now I know he didn't purchase the contents of his Walmart bag at Walmart because he handed it to me and asked for the most stupid ass favor I have ever been asked for.
The box had a photo of pussy lips. Great....he asked me to clone my vagina for him with this kit. He even offered to help me if I didn't think I could do it alone. The box says..
The Clone A Pussy allows any woman to immortalize her vaginal lips just like the porn stars do! This kit has everything you need, and it零 so easy! Just mix the molding powder, hold the molding container against your pussy, easily pull the mold away and fill with the rubber mix. In minutes, you雍l have a perfect replica of your sexy lips!
I have an appointment tommorow night to clone my pussy....dont bother me for that hour, no calls and dont drop in....I dont think I can answer the door.
Photo of my rubber pussy to follow.
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Something In the Air
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Pubblicato:27 Giugno 2008 6:22 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Luglio 2008 10:12 pm 17850 visite
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Do you ever just feel like sitting down in your cozy little spot with a good book or cd or laptop just so you can crawl into your own little world...quiet and simple away from everything you know, experience and live?......Well that explains me this evening.
I have this melancholy....almost like a heavy heart and if someone were to ask me why I could not provide an answer. Maybe it is something in the air....or maybe it is just me. It has been raining all day and for the most part I love rain, the scent of the freshness, the newness of it all. But for some reason today and tonight the smell, the lighting and the feeling are transporting me somewhere I have been, somewhere I have seen, felt, loved, lost and left. I like to use the excuse that humidity and it is bad for my hair as a reason to remain in my own solitude....but that is a lie, one I cannot tell tonight....maybe because I just need a friend....plain and simple and nothing more.
I seem to be thinking of the past....even logging into my blog and seeing my age upset me for a moment...I used to be a dancer, I used to be carefree, I used to be a lot of things......for the most part I just used to be....how I miss those days.
I have my little puppies to snuggle beside tonight and I have some great reading in these blogs....reading to pass through whatever it is that has taken a hold of me.....remembering all that was bad and all that is good.....hope and thankful,ness for what is. My mother always always told me be happy for what you have and thankful for what you dont have....and that I will do.
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Sex Is A Dirty Word
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Pubblicato:25 Giugno 2008 7:01 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Luglio 2008 10:12 pm 18092 visite
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I like sex...its not a crime is it? I am officially announcing that I had to send Mr. Spandex packing due to his distaste of good sex.
I like sex.....Dammit I love sex!!!
Ok, I have calmed down. Now don't tell me I am indecisive. My mood changes yes, I am a woman. Sometimes I think my boyfriends are no good. Either they touch me too rough or not rough enough. Other times they fuck me too hard or not hard enough. Most times they come too quickly or not quick enough.
Yes, I am a woman and I change my mind thank you very much.
Do I sound like a typical woman?
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Doggy Style
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Pubblicato:19 Giugno 2008 9:06 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:25 Giugno 2008 7:02 pm 17058 visite
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Ohh yeah, We all like it doggy style and I can personally attest that my little 8 week old puppies do it good!
I know, I have been missing in action again but it's not my fault. I need somebody to buy me a gift. No, not perfume of flowers.....I need a utility belt. I have my handbag when I go out with my essentials. Now I have essentials inside the home also. A list as follows:
-paper towels for blotting pee pee accidents
-disinfectant to kill the scent of the pee pee
-litter bag to put in the paper towels full of poo poo.
-little pooper scooper (pink preferred)
Yes this is my life. But on top of this my cute little 8 week old Pomeranians love to hump. I bought them a cute pink stuffed piggy, a cute blue stuffed elephant and a pink and white stuffed unicorn.....they have all been violated. It's cute but then you wonder at 8 weeks my little boys have this urge? Wow!
I promise to return email and read blogs as soon as I have time...Ciao to all my friends and kisses from Peach and Mango.
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Happy Birthday To Me
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Pubblicato:9 Giugno 2008 6:33 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:15 Luglio 2008 10:13 pm 18521 visite
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Yes, Happy Birthday to me in a wonderful way. Usually my birthdays are passed in tears either because I am depressed I am aging and I really don't want to become ugly.....or because something tragic happens. Well yesterday it was neither. Yesterday I was in tears due to joy.
If a picture is worth a thousand words than need I say more? Introducing the newest members of my family. Meet Peach and Mango. They are twin little boys who are 7 weeks old. They were a gift to myself....I love little puppies and these toy pomeranians will stay small forever.
Needless to say last night I got no sleep as these little boys were wimpering all night. All they do right now is sleep, eat, play and do peeps on my floor...and in that order.
Peach and Mango cannot be trained yet because they are way to small so I run around the house with paper towels and disinfectant....Bella is in love.
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Sleeping With A Rockstar
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Pubblicato:4 Giugno 2008 8:17 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:20 Giugno 2008 4:55 pm 17472 visite
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Well...not quite. Not that I wouldn't want to. I do have this strange facination with Slash. He is sexy! Or is it that his hair looks extremely similar to mine when I just let it roam the streets at night? Regardless, I like to think I am sleeping with a rockstar or until at least a few days ago.
I met a man through a friend a couple of months ago. He is a bit younger than I am and part time he plays guitar in this rock n' roll band. No he is no Slash but I love the way he moves and plays his guitar.
Well I am into him and getting comfortable thinking he is a rockstar minus the white collar job he has 8 hours a day. I prefer to think about him after a gig in his cool clothes and sexy swagger......now that was until the other night when his friends decided to embarass him and traumatize me by showing me photos of him wearing spandex pants in high school.
Ouch! Did I mention I saw pictures of him wearing white and black spandex pants and skull teeshirts and head rags? Well, after I started to breathe again and wiped the sweat away from my brow I looked closer at the photo and could not take my eyes off that lump in his pants. Then I started to think about the size of his lump today. It doesn't look the same. Did he stuff it back then? Has it shrunk with age? Huh?
Today I revisit those photos in my brain and they still make me cringe. Ok, I know, I grew up in the 80's and if you would have seen my hair for my high school grad photos you may never visit my blog again....and yes, I wore spandex for awhile....I am having acid flashbacks.....
Did I mention I sleep with a rockstar....uhh, white collar part time musician who is cool and wore spandex in school and has a lump between his legs that has shrunk. I would never admit any of this to my friends....well, you are all my friends....uhh, yeah...I am cool.
Bella is cool and I am not saying anything more about it. I sleep with a rockstar and that is all you need to know!
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Stop Sniffing!
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Pubblicato:2 Giugno 2008 7:56 pm
Ultimo aggiornamento:6 Giugno 2008 7:38 pm 17552 visite
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Ciao to everyone.
Ok, I am not here to argue or anything like that but I have a pet peeve. Now I am a total and complete animal lover. If something follows me home I will take him in for dinner and in the past that didn't include just dogs.
So back to my little rant. My friend came by to visit me tonight and brought his pretty dog. Now this dog was minding his own business until he saw me and ran up to me and wouldn't leave me alone nuzzling his nose in my crotch for more than an hour.
Now I am not a shy girl and I can get a laugh out of anything but this doggy would not stop sniffing me and it was making me uncomfortable! Yes I shower, yes I always smell pretty but damn this dog was almost to the point of making snorkling sounds. I have pet hair on my crotch! I had to laugh and then did the sign of the cross when my friend left.
No, this is not the first time it has happened to me. Yes as a matter of fact it has happened to me in public many, MANY times.
Do I smell like milk bone? Do I smell like bacon? Do I remind them of a snausage?
You know what? Who cares....just stop sniffing!!
Thanks....by Bella_
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