Aint No Right

Cut the shit, Bob. Obviously we wouldn't tell you that, and obviously you could easily find that info on your own, so that means you're attention whoring. I honestly don't know how to look for something like that... I know side effects of certain drugs, but I don't know how they interact. Plus no l...

...just briefly... totally hypothetical... what combination of otc medication would be deadly? Like what would work with something else to do enough to do it fast and painlessly? What's a lethal dose... and what's the cheapest, fastest way to get there? Like "Oh, you have 8 Advil PM's, an allergy pi...

I'm gonna be going through a nasty lonely depression for the next... indefinitely... so... feel free to veer toward the sad stuff... toward Portishead...

:noclue: maybe since you are now living in such shitty conditions you will get motivated to actually change your life and get a job and your own place. let me guess...that's not possible too. on the nose. I've unfortunately been reminded, in the past 3 months, of what I'd consciously decided to avo...

In lieu of my usual needlessly long reply... I'll just say no. None of those things are possible.

Well, the fact that I'm a miserable bastard, reliving my breakup via continuous anxiety attacks, can't drink, have no money, don't know the area, live between a mountain and a ghetto, and don't know how to talk to people anymore... I'm thinking trial by fire by means of a frostbitten walk through a ...

Why don't you go out and just not participate in your family's Christmas? They like it, you don't... that's ok, you know? :noclue: That's a swell idea! Yeah, I'll put on those nice clothes I don't have anymore and hop in the car I don't have anymore... and go out to all of the places that are open ...

Fucking Christmas... fucking loneliness... fucking family ... I don't know how I'm going to make it through tomorrow... then the next day is worse... then the day after that is even worse... and then another biting shit day... and then I've got a whole 'nother fucking worthless trudge through 365 da...

So, I had a weird dream-night... a series of vignettes all on the same topic... all of which made me pretty bummed out... then I woke up early... and I'm out of Prozac... so I took a whole Risperidone... which is 2x more than I've ever tried and I only started on it, last week... so it's a kick to t...

Fuck 2011.

the dog I'm dog-sitting... my entire morning has been centered around her... then I took her for a walk... which turned into a brisk winter run... I'm so out of shape... I feel like I'm going to die.

Sea Change... the whole album. Really. Just look it up.


lame story... but I added this song to my drumming playlist to work on my brush work... and it happened to be in the middle of my twisted breakup... and I fucking ended up crying... weird... anyway... it's a beautiful song.

This wretched day is nearly over. Five more minutes and I can move on from it.

...also, I got some risque photos as "cheer up" tokens... that was nice.

Six7Six7 wrote:Here's a pic of what they're working on...

I'll admit it... I smiled.

One of my old friends, now still a friend on facebook, posted photos of her birthday party. I went through them, noticing the absence of my old best friend whose now-wife I'd suspected would remove him from his friendships. Sure enough, she has. Then I saw the girl who broke my heart. Smiling, happ...

I have the innate ability to attract fat, crazy girls who are in relationships but are predisposed to infidelity. This means I've received a few risque photos, not necessarily flattering... followed by insecure apologies... then, of course, phone calls... unexpected calls... which dive into really w...

Just another day. Like every other.http://thebobdoom.blogspot.com/2011/12/life.html

well... in all seriousness... old Ibanez DM-1000's... I actually bought 2 of 'em off of ebay when I was a Perry-wannabee... one of them is great and the other is shit... stupid old effects... stupid... anyway... that's the answer...

I'll throw in...
Guitars:
Les Paul
McCarty
SG x2
Epi 335
Yamaha hollowbody
Fender A/E

Amps:
66' Bandmaster
Bogen Bandmaster clone
VOX AC4TV
1x12, 2x12, and 2 4x12's

Effects:
lots

stuff I've sold...
lots...

I used to have a sort of book club with a few close friends... we'd watch certain episodes and then discuss them... I love this show...

stop with the tiny post shit...good to see you finally clued in and stopped with the negative reinforcement :wink: the point of the small text is to avoid cluttering the thread, while still getting to clear my head... and nobody has to read it unless they're curious enough to look further into it. ...

:banghead: Just a normal day... I've been thinking about my life... and specifically the motivation behind my eating disorder. As with most, it's about control. It's the only thing I know with absolute certainty that I can control without needing to rely on someone else. I just have to eat the right...

I once went through the list of episodes in each season and decided that 1999 was the last decent year for The Simpsons... not great anymore, but enjoyable... and after that is when it just got sad... but that's just me... I used to look forward to October, every year, and try to watch every single ...

Larry B. wrote:In terms of sex drive, I think Bob would have to be on top. Or, more precisely, behind.