~~~The Realm of the Palace Princess~~~

About Me

Read about me ... for those of you who don't already know me!

Links

Crikey
Fisk
The Bladder
Dark Horizons
Oz Pagan
Clitical
So Shoot Me!

Blogs I Read

War Info Links
The PM's Blog
Iron Monkey
AFL Blog
*B.Weaver
Cry Like A Girl
Gawker
Home Blown
Cynical Optimist

What I'm Reading

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

What I'm Listening To

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

This page is powered by Blogger.

Thursday, February 06, 2003
(TRIAL BY GROCERY)
Took the plunge and went to the supermarket this morning. I've written about my adventures at supermarkets many a time, but it's been a while .... so I'll share my most recent experiences with you.

While unloading my trolley in aisle 6, I noticed the guy behind me was about to purchase a box of Home Brand Choc Chip Museli bars, one of those Tuna Lunch Kit things with crackers and tuna and mayonnaise, and a can of Campbell’s Chunky Soup. And the first thing that popped in to my mind was ...“Well, he’d never get anywhere with me, he’s got no taste, he’s cheap, and he can’t cook.” This assumption even shocked ME! ... how could I be so critical, how could I assume so much from so little and why did it matter to me what he ate? He was far from interesting, didn't catch my eye ... my mind didn't wander off to a place of erotic nights on a bear skin rug when I cast an eye over him - then it struck me, JESUS! what does my shopping say about me? How many men have gazed into my trolley and made an instant analysis ... ooooh what a fickle society we live in. Btw...watch your trolleys, boys. You’re being analysed!!!

Does anyone else get all flustered at the supermarket? It’s always so daunting. I go to Woolies and it’s always packed, no matter what time of day you go there. I hate crowds. I hate trolleys clashing and screaming children and slow bastards with those wheelie things. Back in the old days there was always an empty aisle where you could get a good run-up with your trolley then jump on it, and fly your way down to the checkout. No such fun anymore. It’s all pressure, pressure, pressure.

There’s always two dozen people waiting at the deli. I stand there with my ticket, I’m usually about 87 and they’re up to 12. I stand there gazing into the glass to kill time and I like to marvel at the ugliness of some of the meats they have there. Today I stared down a piece of brawn. Have you encountered brawn? It’s pink and sickly with thumbnail-sized chunks of fat in it. I wonder what kind or hybrid of animal(s) could possibly bring forth such an atrocity, and who the hell would ever buy it. I nearly missed my turn cos I was so shocked when number 86 bought half a kilo of it.

I like to take my time choosing tissues; nowadays they make things difficult by having all sorts of crazy designs on the tissue boxes. I am currently fond of a Sorbent box that has a classy black and white photo of a city skyline, while a few months ago I had a penchant for the polar bear box. There was a new one with geese and flowers and stuff in a lovely blue, but I deemed that too prissy for my house and chose one with white tulips on it, sparkling with dew. Lovely.

The Fruit and Veg section makes me anxious. I never actually buy stuff from there, yet I always wander through ..poking at this and that, wondering almost aloud "who would pay money to eat this shit" ... I get quite disturbed by the thought that someone, somewhere might actually be chomping into a fly-infested peach, or a chemically coated banana ... what's wrong with an ordinary green grocer? If more ppl refused to buy the crap supermarkets served up, the world would be a much nicer place for fruit and vegetables.

The wait for a checkout is never any less than fifteen minutes, so there’s plenty of time to lean seductively against your trolley and casually flick through an intelligent magazine. Except it’s me we’re talking about, and Woolies only has trashy magazines. So, as I'm always looking for something "better" I checked out a tasty male specimen across in aisle 5, as I read Soap World. I was scoffing at the news that Macy on Bold and the Beautiful may not have died in that inferno after all when Tasty Specimen came over my way. He picked up a magazine off the rack just as I snorted, “What a LOAD OF CRAP!” He frowned at me like I was a bug then took his loveliness far, far away. He was, no doubt ...GAY!

And finally, payment. I never have cash on me, but EFTPOS makes me nervous. I fumble with my card. I always put it in the wrong way up. I get panicky that I’ll forget my PIN, and end up pressing the wrong button. I’ve solved that problem now though; I just hit the Credit button and pay by Visa. That way all I gotta remember is how to sign my name. Sometimes even that is a challenge, I told ya I hate supermarkets.
xxx

posted by The Princess 8:33 PM



home

Devoted to Viggo
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

Song
Lyrics

Go here if you've arrived at my blog after searching for song lyrics. All the song lyrics I've ever posted on this blog can now be found by following the link above

Contact Me
Tell me how much you like my blog. Hah!

ICQ
38211514

Mystery Site