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

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Iron Monkey
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*B.Weaver
Cry Like A Girl
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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

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Saturday, March 29, 2003
(F**KING WHAT?)
Curiosity occasionally gets the better of me and I'm forced to check out the stats for my site and find out how people stumbled across my blog on search engines. I'm often amused by the things people search for ... but what I found yesterday left me utterly amazed. Below is a link to Google ... and the search that brought a certain French person to my site.

http://www.google.fr/search?q=horse fucking&hl=fr&lr=&le=utf

Now I'm sorry, but HORSE FUCKING??? My god, I know the French do things a little differently to those of us down here in the southern hemisphere, but HORSE FUCKING???

Those crazy bloody French, first they're calling the US arrogant (which they are, but it's kind of hypocritical coming from the French) now they're fucking horses!

I'd love to discuss the bizarre notion of horse fucking in detail, and how a search for it actually resulted in a link to my site (I don't remember making reference to ANY form of animal fucking) but really, it's just too disturbing to even think about ...let alone discuss at great length ... so I'm afraid I'm just going to leave the topic of horse fucking well alone.

However, I did also notice many visitors arrived at this site while looking for lyrics to the funny little ditty "Love Song" by Amiel. It seems my blog comes up as the number 1 site on Google when you search for "another fucking love song amiel" or any other combination of those words with different lyrics from the song. (By the way, if you're here now looking for the lyrics ... see left hand side of the screen)

Now, is it just me or does there seem to be a theme running through my blog? I wouldn't have thought my blog was THAT bad, but obviously my use of the word "fucking" is somehow highlighted by Google and Yahoo. This seems to be slightly bizarre, considering all the porn sites around ... I'm sure, if you were so inclined to search for the word "fucking" on Google, the first 50 or so result would all be links to porn sites ... but obviously, if you add the right combination of words to "fucking" (like "amiel" or "horse") you're going to be directed to my blog. Oooooh, the shame of it!

I'm sure there's a moral to my story ... but I'm not too good on morals, so I'm kinda missing it. Would any one like to help me out on that one?
xxx

posted by The Princess 1:06 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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