[02 Jul 2004|08:44am] [ mood | busy ] [ music | its everybodys fault but mine ] Add me over at netta_malattia to see updates a lot more often. in fact i may just mesh the two journals together. so add me over there, some entries will be friends only, some wont. this is just to make everything a little easier for me, and for those who already friends with both names, so they stop seeing a repeated post every now and then. thanks. <3 2 comments|post comment

sort of spamming [20 Jun 2004|07:21am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | a red so deep ] New Site, addicting A new music rating site, gigworthy. Highly recommend. Cool prizes. Free to rate, cost a few bucks to upload songs. Check it out. Click here to join to rate: http://www.gigworthy.com/register/fans.asp Click here if you want your music rated: http://www.gigworthy.com/register/musicians.asp And for people who'd like to help me out a little for telling you about the site, or just because youre nice, could you please put nettamalattia@netscape.net in the referral? Id appreciate it. *whistles and walks away* 2 comments|post comment

[29 May 2004|04:59pm] friends only no need to comment really. just add me and ill add you. post comment

new journal [26 May 2004|04:54pm] [ mood | creative ] [ music | tool ] He had alot to say. He had alot of nothing to say. We'll miss him. So long. We wish you well. You told us how you weren't afraid to die. Well then, so long. Don't cry. Or feel too down. Not all martyrs see divinity. But at least you tried. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice that was strong and loud. We'll miss him. Ranting and pointing his finger At everything but his heart. We'll miss him. No way to recall What it was that you had said to me, Like I care at all. So loud. You sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing And so loud. Standing above the crowd, He had a voice so strong and loud and I Swallowed his facade cuz I'm so Eager to identify with Someone above the ground, Someone who seemed to feel the same, Someone prepared to lead the way, with Someone who would die for me. Will you? Will you now? Would you die for me? Don't you fuckin lie. Don't you step out of line. Don't you fuckin lie. You've claimed all this time that you would die for me. Why then are you so surprised to hear your own eulogy? You had alot to say. You had alot of nothing to say. Come down. Get off your fuckin cross. We need the fuckin space to nail the next fool martyr. To ascend you must die. You must be crucified For your sins and your lies. [sic] Goodbye... tool; eulogy post comment

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