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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, June 30, 2003

~ Believe it or not ... ~


(WHAT'S MY NUMBER?)

I have 5 personal phone numbers... 2 landlines, 2 mobiles and a fax line. Then there's work numbers, I have 2 pager numbers ... one while I'm at work and one for when I'm at home. Plus, I have various different contact numbers for fixed phones when I am at work. It's not really as confusing as it sounds ... it just means I have lots of numbers that I can be contacted on, but I rarely find myself able to remember any of them, which eliminates the chances of me being confused about what number I can be reached on, at any given time.

Despite the abundance of phones available to me, I'm not really a fan of phones ... it always seems people call me up right in the middle of something, or they call and I'm in a hurry - then they just wanna chat endlessly about mindless crap. I'm often rude and dismissive to people on the phone, not cos I'm a rude or dismissive person ... just cos I see phones as rather invasive.

This is why I love txt msgs ... they suit me, and my bizarre dislike for being interrupted.

I am, however, here to say that I recently reached a turning point in my life. Don't get me wrong, I haven't gone off my love of txt msging people ... but jeeeez, I found myself engaged in a 50 minute exchange of text msgs, when *Fellow Txt Msg Fan and myself, could have easily said the same amount of stuff in a 5 minute voice conversation. But noooo, neither of us took that next step and decided to call, we just persisted with frantically tapping buttons, and anxiously awaiting replies ...till the other became bored, or in my case ... bloody exhausted.

Now, this kinda blows my whole theory about sms being more convenient and less time consuming than voice calls, and has left me firmly convinced that from today, I will just choose to dial the bloody number and speak to the Fellow Txt Msg Fan. So, anyone who wants to phone me up, take notice of this post and call me ... as now might be the perfect opportunity to get a receptive and talkative Princess, who's feeling somewhat over the whole "so, just txt me the details" attitude that has been me for the last few years.

Ok, so I'm rambling now. Why not continue, I hear you ask ... ok, I shall!

Alright, I'm a fan of music, most types, nothing is taboo ... if I like, I listen. So, this morning as I was grooving around my bathroom (naked, I might add) to a bit of Ronan (Keating, that is) I found myself wondering what happened to The Greatest American Hero.

How did I get from Ronan Keating to William Katt? Well, if you're anything like me, you would know that whenever you hear the line "on a wing and a prayer" (which isn't very often .. thank god) you simply can't help but think of The Greatest American Hero. It's virtually impossible.

So, when I hear Ronan singing these words in an ever-so-moving ballard ("The Long Goodbye") my mind was cast away from his sappy, heart felt words ... and thrust into the world of William Katt and his really, really bad bad bad acting.

And there he is in my head ... dressed in red lycra and a cape, looking al creepy and goofy. I'm not impressed, let me tell you. If I wanted an image of someone stuck in my head for the entire day, it'd be Viggo ... not The Greatest American Hero. The show was so god damn corny ... perhaps it's just me, but even as an 8 year old I didn't actually find this cheesy crap amusing, it made me cringe then! And the name Ralph, c'mon ... that's something you call a penis ... not a fucking superhero.

And all day, it's just there ... in my head ... that song, and thoughts of that bloody TV show. I never even cared much for it. I doubt I ever chose to watch it. Like Doctor Who and Knight Rider ... The Greatest American Hero was a show I know I watched, but only cos my dear, sweet brother made me sit through it .. all the while telling me it was "classic television" and to "shut up, or I'll tell Mum you did ... (fill this space with whatever nasty deed a little sister can get up to that an older brother can use as blackmail) ..."

So, anyway ... that was my day. One filled with wonder and amazement at the power of words and their ability to provoke memories ... good, bad and just plain annoying.

Now I just have to find something to help me erase that song, and the image of a very unattractive man in a red lyrca suit, from my head. Perhaps I may need to poke hot needles in my eyes.

Ideas anyone???

XXX

*Fellow Txt Msg Fan does not wished to be named, but for any future references on my site they are happy to be referred to as Fellow Txt Msg Fan.

posted by The Princess 6:27 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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