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We salt our wounds with regret...: Part 19.
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We salt our wounds with regret. Thursday, July 31, 2008. Today on my walk to work I saw what I thought were to massive turds on the footpath. As I got closer I saw that it was one massive turd split into two after someone had stepped in it. A few shitty footsteps followed it. It made me realise that my day really could be worse haha. So I got offerred to the spot of 'merch bitch' on the Abandonment's tour later this year. To be honest I'm really stoked. I think I'll be able to handle that.
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We salt our wounds with regret...: June 2008
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We salt our wounds with regret. Monday, June 30, 2008. There is nothing like getting a boost and feeling on top of the world. There is also nothing like letting your self doubt tear it apart and putting yourself right back where you started. Yesterday I listened to "Twenty Two" by Millencolin. I remember when for monkeys was my favourite album. It was the album that got me into punk when i was 12. Back then I thought the age of 22 was so far off. So much has changed since then. Sunday, June 29, 2008.
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We salt our wounds with regret...: Part 18.
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We salt our wounds with regret. Thursday, July 24, 2008. 1 Comfort in sorrow, misfortune, or trouble; alleviation of distress or discomfort. Surprisingly not a negative post. For the first time in weeks I don't have a dragging feeling in my stomach. I think I did a good thing last night. About time I guess. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From the pen (keyboard) of H. Butcher. Cash Rules Everything Around Me. A Whole New Start To Life. Star Light Bike Ride. Take us with the floods.
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We salt our wounds with regret...: Part 17.
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We salt our wounds with regret. Tuesday, July 22, 2008. I finally got the balls to speak to a Doctor about how I have been feeling. One questionaire, three vials of blood and one collapsed vein later I'm closer to getting things sorted. Afterwhich I made a long overdue visit to 'Mum and Dad'. Last night made me realise again. How much that they help me out whenever I need it. And also how much I've actually missed them lately. It's good to know that they are always there. Sorry for not talking.
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We salt our wounds with regret...: Part 20.
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We salt our wounds with regret. Saturday, August 9, 2008. I'm running myself into the ground. The old saying about the candle is certainly in effect at the moment. But I don't care. At the moment I just don't see the point in stopping myself. I'm doing things I've never done before, acting in ways that at times make me feel like I'm a piece of shit - but then the next week it's the same thing over again. The tossing and turning doesn't really seem to ever end. I have no idea who you are. Ur blog is good.
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We salt our wounds with regret...: Part 16.
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We salt our wounds with regret. Sunday, July 20, 2008. A friend missed this list relating to our weekend in Sydney. So here it is again, with a few sly additions. Willy being a sick cunt - non stop, user SKAWHYLE, team shits, Poy being naked during the jungle fever! Fruitbowl in Cheyno's mouth, nuts out for extended periods of time, mugs off the balcony bible, chirpies! The tall tattooed dude in the girls toilets, last $25 dollars, car park escapes, moon rocket, "Mum, what's happened! Star Light Bike Ride.
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We salt our wounds with regret...: August 2008
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We salt our wounds with regret. Sunday, August 17, 2008. The PTA has disbanded! This is my last post on this blog. I have a new one. If you want to know what it is let me know. I hate the fact that people are only out to use, to fuck, to cheat, to steal off everyone. People are only nice to you for a reason. There are very few people who will give you the shirt off their back out of. These people I do, and will forever hold dear. Everyone else can get fucked. Seriously. The slurred speach and unsure legs.
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We salt our wounds with regret...: July 2008
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We salt our wounds with regret. Thursday, July 31, 2008. Today on my walk to work I saw what I thought were to massive turds on the footpath. As I got closer I saw that it was one massive turd split into two after someone had stepped in it. A few shitty footsteps followed it. It made me realise that my day really could be worse haha. So I got offerred to the spot of 'merch bitch' on the Abandonment's tour later this year. To be honest I'm really stoked. I think I'll be able to handle that. The night cons...