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Life On Air-David Attenborough
A Dagg At My Table-John Clarke

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John Mayer-Heavier Things
The Waifs-Up All Night
Dido-Life For Rent

Words of Wisdom

"The spirit is most often free when the body is satiated with pleasure, indeed, sometimes the stars shine more brightly seen from the gutter than from the hilltop"-
W. Somerset Maugham

Classic Songs

Split Screen Sadness...And I don't know where you went when you left me but Says here in the water you must be gone by now I can tell somehow One hand on the trigger of a telephone Wondering when the call comes Where you say it's alright You got your heart right Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight We share the sadness Split screen sadness Two wrongs make it all alright tonight All you need is love is a lie cause We had love but we still said goodbye Now we're tired, battered fighters And it stings when it's nobody's fault Cause there's nothing to blame at the drop of your name It's only the air you took and the breath you left Maybe I'll sleep inside my coat and Wait on the porch 'til you come back home Oh, right I can't find a flight So I'll check the weather wherever you are Cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight It might be my only right We share the sadness Split screen sadness I called Because I just Need to feel you on the line Don't hang up this time And I know it was me who called it over but I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day Don't let me get away Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me So I can say this is the way that I used to be There's no substitute for time Or for the sadness Split screen sadness We share the sadness-John Mayer

------------------ First Cut Is The Deepest...I would have given you all of my heart But there's someone who's torn it apart And he's taken just all that I had But if you want I'll try to love again Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried And I'm sure going to give you a try And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know the first cut is the deepest But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst I still want you by my side Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried But I'm sure gonna give you a try 'Cause if you want I'll try to love again (try to love again) Baby, I'll try to love again but I know The first cut is the deepest Baby I know, the first cut is the deepest When it come to being lucky he's cursed When it come to loving me he's worst The first cut is the deepest baby i know The first cut is the deepest try to love again...-Sheryl Crow

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Tuesday, February 04, 2003
(COLD COLD HEART)
Had a few thoughts on marriage today, though it did start off as thoughts about why I blog, which sprung from thoughts about why I write at all. Might seem like an odd train of thought, but this is my brain here. You don't like it ... get outta my head.
You think ooh how fun it would be to get married. But then you think, do you want to get married because you want to fall in love and be with someone til divorce do you part, or do you just want to get married cos you know you look good in a white dress and your hair is all fancy and you get to pose for photos and you love pretending to be a superstar and you get shitloads of presents and slow dance in the middle of a ballroom with everyone watching and everyone telling you how beautiful you are and then they’ll tell you again and you’re guaranteed a shag at the end of the night? And then you think about love or the lack thereof in your life and you wonder do you really even want a special someone in your life? Or do you just want someone around who thinks you’re the cat’s meow, they’d tell you you’re cute and funny and oh so smart and oh so okay and you’re guaranteed a shag at the end of the night? Do you actually want the give and take and ups and downs of a relationship or do you just want a steady source of attention? And why do you keep that weblog? Is it because writing makes your limbs tingle with joy or is just because you madly pine for emails and links and attention and adoration and the occasional stalker? What kind of egomaniacal desperate freak are you? All rhetorical questions of course. Mmmm, I was right, they do have alcohol at the casino.

Just a quick run down of the evening, not much to say about Norah (this blog post is named in honor of Miss Jones - or is it Hank Williams), I think I need a bit of time to reflect, bit like seeing a good film, takes at least 12 hrs for the whole grand thing to be processed. Ben and I went to the casino afterwards and ended up meeting two rather drunk Canadian tourists and sitting around chatting with them. All very fun, with some heated discussion about Australia's racist practices and the general level of feralness amongst our citizens. (Hello to any of those ferals who are reading this!)

It's worth noting at this point, for all you non-aussie blog readers, that Australia isn't merely a lovely country at the ends of the earth; we have a whole host of problems that you would encounter anywhere else on the globe. Yes, we do have an increasingly shitty government that is disgustingly exclusive, and yes our Prime Miniature is being played like a marionette puppet (only with larger eye brows) by Georgie boy, and yes we do have our fair share of people who choose to act inappropriately (according to social constructs), but so does any other country. Even seemingly utopian New Zealand. Sorry if any illusions have been shattered.

My ego was also dented somewhat this evening. I'd dressed rather appropriately for an evening at the concert hall and decided that a sleek ponytail was the go for my hair. Now, I rarely venture out of the house with my hair up, this ...most of you already know, including Ben. Anyway, we get to the front door and Ben says to me rather urgently, "oooh, don't u have to fix your hair before we go" ...... great, now I'm getting styling tips (ever so subtle ones) from a straight man, who's hair resembles Don King's mop ..... on a good day!

Oh, kinda pissed off no one bothered to tell me Dani T (from radio) got married - and to a youngish guy!!!

Hmmm, enough slightly-drunk-but-not-yet-blotto ranting, I'm off to bed.

posted by The Princess 11:38 PM



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Second Opinion.. The glow inside another red-crossed pelvis will drain when they crush that little bulb. Menstrual minstrels drift in from the weedless garden. The immaculate blue flame from the fake fireplace burns in the corner of my eye. Can't stop staring at nothing. A gloved hand opens the door, and the man enters soothingly, with an air of respect for the dead. Encourages us to look on the bright side. Black pants hide your pain afterwards, and there's a cookie on a napkin and a paper cup of red juice to replace your strength. We drive home without blinking because the sun isn't real .. . -Viggo Mortensen

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