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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
(VEGETABLES HAVE FEELINGS TOO)
Who doesn't want to get where they're going as quickly as possible? Why would anyone take the scenic route, adding an hour to the journey, when the expressway promises speedier dispatch? (Question: what are you going to do with that hour you saved?)
Fast food, instant coffee, express checkout, quick fix, snap frozen, speed reading, the fast lane ... why are we always in such a hurry? How did "instant gratification" graduate from jokey insult to legitimate motivation? Patience was once a virtue; now, in everything from baking bread to personal relationships, impatience is the order of the day.
"More haste, less speed" once seemed wise advice; now we'll take more haste and more speed, thanks, with a mobile in one hand and a burger in the other.

I've had a really busy morning and have been left pondering what happened to the idea of stopping to 'smell the roses' ..... it just seems to be defeating the purpose of life, if u're not actually living, but rather .... just operating a body, maneuvering yourself through all the shit that is happening around you. Just a thought I had while observing the bland ppl I shared breakfast with today.

On to a cheery note, because I'm acutely aware that my blog of late has been teeming with hideous negativity, and I might be sending off the message that my life is pretty god awful. I'm going to see Norah Jones tonight at the concert hall, which will be just fabulous. Going with a group of ppl ... some I'm yet to meet, but it should be great all the same. Ben and I are going to head to the casino afterwards, just for a little session of ppl watching. Neither of us are gamblers (though I do believe they might sell the odd drop of alcohol there), but both of us enjoy taking the piss outta ppl, and what better hunting ground than the casino, filled with such a variety of what Melbourne society has to offer.
No doubt I'll have a story to share with you all tomorrow.

Although I had an early breakfast meeting, I still fancied the idea of sleeping in past 5am, but let me explain why that was never going to happen. Sharing a house with JJ has been ... well, an experience. I know, I too have had bouts of obsessive healthy eating, but I never let it interfere with mine, or anyone else's sleep, ooooh how I wish I could say the same for him.

JJ has a brand new turbo-charged juicing machine, he loves it, worships it .... thinks the whole notion of pulverized veggie juice will make him a god on the footy field. Anyway here's me, off in the land of nod ...when the silence is shattered with a nasty, rattling rrrrr! rrrrr! as he sends each hapless fruit and vegetable to its gruesome death.

It’s a cruel way to go. If I was a carrot or half an orange, I would have looked at the juicing machine and thought, “Well, this looks like fun.” Have you seen the latest in these contraptions? They are huge with all manner of shiny surfaces, interesting curves and hollows sticking out everywhere. It looks like a waterslide complex at the local pool.
So these sticks of celery are lining up, picking their Speedos out of their arse cracks, thinking this is going to be the ride of their life, thinking they are going to slide down that tunnel screaming “wheeeeeeeee!”. But instead the only screams are those of pain as they’re flung into the Blades O’ Death, violently ground up with watermelon or wheatgrass then spat out the other end into a glass of tasteless muck. Poor bastards. And really, if you've ever tasted the crap that does flow out of them, you'd agree they really did die in vain!
xxx

posted by The Princess 12:25 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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