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

About Me

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Crikey
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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

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Monday, March 10, 2003
(STOLEN)*
Please excuse my lame post today, I did have another topic ear-marked to add to my blog, however it was stolen by another, more appropriate site and can be viewed, for a limited time here

While racking my brains for an interesting subject to explore, I decided to actually read a few of the many junk emails I get every god damn day, and I happened to notice that I received my first Nigerian scam letter last night.

Until now I felt slighted somehow. I've gotten everything from penis enlargement ads (very handy when you don't own a penis) to ads about working from home and becoming a millionaire (hmmmm.. because I seem to fit the enterprising-young-thing mould, right?) but the Nigerian bankers didn't deem me worthy of their millions. Wasn't I "honest" and "reliable"? Wasn't I a "person who will be capable for this important business" Last night my wish came true.

The following words washed over me like the holy water of baptism: "I BELIEVE IN GOD (well, at least someone is vouching for me) THAT YOU WILL NEVER LET ME DOWN IN THIS BUSINESS, YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON THAT I HAVE CONTACTED FOR THIS BUSINESS FOR NOW" (my, my .... was I feeling special upon reading this).

I am reliable. I am honest. And, (according to my new Nigerian pals, who obviously know very little about me) soon I'll be a millionaire. I feel like I'm now officially part of the Internet community. Like I've just been handed a membership card to an exclusive (ok, maybe not so exclusive) country club. I don't even know what to celebrate... dare I formulate a response?

After the shock of being "selected" by those reputable Nigerians had passed I then noticed the large amount of spam, with enticing subject lines ... obviously some spam writing genius had carefully chosen his lines to draw my curiosity, but all they seemed to manage, the only response I had ... was one of sniggering sarcasm. The more notable ones were:

Spam: "how come you was not there"
Me: Maybe because your bad grammar is pissing me off?

Spam: "RE: you coming to dinner tomorrow night?.. "
Me: Ummm. No. But it's a kind offer.

Spam: "FURRY NAKED BARNYARD FRIENDS!!!!"
Me: Ahhh... I don't know what kind of farms you've been to, but most animals I've seen don't wear clothes. Maybe I'm missing the point here.

Spam: "Amazing Formula Adds 3 Inches in 10 Days!"
Me: Geeee, I *would* like to be a little taller, but maybe not 3 inches!

Spam: "Discover Everything You Ever Wanted To Know..... "
Me: Like how to make you bastards stop fucking spamming me?

Spam: "Don’t leave your footprints on the Internet"
Me: Sorry. I always forget to wipe my feet before logging on.
xxx

posted by The Princess 8:52 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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