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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

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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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Monday, February 17, 2003
(SIZE MATTERS)
Phone Guys are very common these days and easy to spot. They’re the ones who insist on taking out their phone every time they have a quiet moment, unhooking it from their belt thingy or extracting it from the depths of their pockets. Then they gaze fondly at it, or poke at a few buttons, sometimes even stroke it a little, smiling to themselves. This display goes on for a little while, then they put it away, giving it a little reassuring pat as they stroll off into the sunshine.

What is it with some guys and their phones? Last week I overhead a guy calling someone specifically to tell them he’d bought a new phone. “It’s the Ericsson. It was only released today. And it’s so small and sleek.” And I am a wanker and will no doubt choose the wankiest ringtone known to mankind. Perhaps the Mission: Impossible theme or one of Foreigner’s greatest hits.

Oh how they annoy me, those Phone Guys. Why can’t they just keep it in their pants? I’m not impressed by your 20,000 ringtones and your global roaming. Mine’s smaller than yours! I hear you crow. Hmmm, now there's a line you don't encounter often!

I was explaining this phenomenon to some friends in a bar a couple of months ago, punctuated with great disdain, bitterness and vodka. And wouldn’t you know it, I spotted a Phone Guy in the corner who was demonstrating the theory to perfection. He was tight-jeaned and polo-shirted and sharing a bottle of wine with a young woman. She was bewitching in a loud cotton frock and a hairband with worry dolls parading across it.

God knows what they were talking about, but there was a lapse in conversation and I could see him wondering what to say next. That is when he reached into his back pocket and plucked out his phone. “Hey lady! Watch me pull a Nokia out of my arse!”
We watched as he turned it on and began crapping on about its wonderous features. He punched at the buttons with gusto and talked rather loudly. She nodded at appropriate intervals and gave those weak kind of smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes.
The poor girl, I couldn’t quite hear the conversation but I’m sure it went something like this:

Him: “Look at this. It’s my new Nokia Whatever and it cost me three weeks salary.”
Her: “Wow!”
Him: “It WAPs and raps with 5 billion happenin’ ring tones.”
Her: “Cool!”
Him: “It fits inside a matchbox.”
Her: “Fascinating!”
Him: “And now I am going to dazzle you with my phone prowess by pressing an alarming number of buttons in quick succession. Some things will go bleep and some wacky pictures will come up on the display and you will be most impressed.”
Her: “Oh yes. I’m very impressed!”
Him: “Good. Would you like to see my penis now?”

UPDATED SONGS (god damn I looove PM Dawn)
xxx

posted by The Princess 8:29 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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