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

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John Mayer-Heavier Things
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"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

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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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Sunday, February 16, 2003
(NAME GAME)
I went to 'the' wedding yesterday, and really didn't enjoy it. For the small amount of time I was there I seemed to have encountered a large number of losers, maybe I really do have an inbuilt loser magnet. Anyway, the guy that sticks in my head the most was a mechanic who seemed to be there with the sole intention of drumming up business. Now the guys name just happened to be Terry - could there be a more dodgy name? All he needed was a pair of check pants and a straw hat and he’d look like the consummate car salesman.

It’s funny how we tend to associate certain names with certain occupations or personalities. Just the sound of their name conjures up an image of a certain kind of person. Over the years I've come into contact with various types of people and it seems that your name often dictates what kind of person you might be, or what kind of occupation you might adopt. If your name appears on the list below, don’t go taking offence now. It’s just how the name thing happened for me.

Karen, Lynne/Linda, Melanie = career secretaries
Neville, George, Ray = stuffy old farts on a local council
Bill, Merv, Syd, Barry = farmers
Tom, Matt, Dan, Kristy = always bloody good-looking
Dave = plumbers
Dave = guys at the bar that won’t leave you alone
Dave = public servants
Dave = anyone really. Dave’s are very versatile.
Kerry, Denise, Tony = school teachers
Angela, Rachael, Narelle, Michelle = small town hairdressers
Phillipe, Anton, Simon = big city hairdressers… ooops, stylists
Natalie, Anita, Tanya, Tina = sad bitches in high school with too much eyeliner
Susan, Emma, Judy, Joanne = bitches ... not just in high school but all the fucking time
Debbie, Cindy, Carly = chicks who have a hard time keeping' their clothes on
Cathy, Lisa, Shelly, Jackie = bogan chicks with big hair and cheap, nasty clothes
Adam, Nathan, Jason = sporting jocks
Anne, Rebecca, Jane = plus-size chicks
Nigel, Brian, Toby = major geeks ... probably making millions
Carl, Dan, Rob = pretentious, stuffy rich boys
Katherine, Bridgette, Emily = skanky rural chicks - with big teeth

Has anyone got some name associations they want to share? C'mon .... surely someone has some more!


NIGELLA UPDATE: Last night, when chopping up a watermelon, she said, “Make sure the pieces are big but not so big you can’t fit them your mouth”… then she paused and gave the camera a saucy look, “Not that it would be a problem for me!”. Sitting alone in my lounge I shrieked, “YOU DIRTY BITCH!”.... and hoped I wasn't the only one watching who knew EXACTLY what she meant!

posted by The Princess 1:44 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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