yeah, i don't know

[harborshore]

I didn't want to be right when I wrote that story. I was writing it so I would get the sheer possibility of it out of my head. It was good to write it, because I managed to give Bob and Brian a happy ending, but fuck, I really didn't want to be right. Goddammit. I don't know what to say about this. I don't even know how I feel about this.

I have a number of favorite things about Bob. The list starts like this:

1. He rescues dogs.

2. He's seriously fucking good at what he does.







Feel free to continue in comments. Videos, photos, favorite things about Bob. That's what I'd like to talk about today. Also, I need a hug. Who wants to have a cuddle party?

Comments

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

*clings right back*

He's kind of my favorite, you know? And, like, god, I'd just found those drumming videos from two months ago where he's all happy about the album and talking about adjustments because of his injuries, and-- ;__;

YES. To all of that. Except that if I try what he does with that can I'm convinced I'll break my retainer.

[novembersmith.livejournal.com]

;__; BOBBRYAR. Oh, man, that is just. Wow, ouch. I wish we had more information than what Frank posted. I just want to know what Bob's doing now, if he's going to try to keep drumming, if he's doing something else entirely, if I can mail him a basket of puppies and rainbows, IDEK.

I am totally going to try it when I get home from work. I'll take pictures! Lauren, drowning in Diet Coke. Hilarious! WHAT COULD BE MORE CHEERING.

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

Puppies and rainbows. At least Brian and him still talk, that was the one good thing to come out of this. I just--what? I don't understand. And I fucking hope he's going to keep drumming--that's all he ever wanted to do, it seems.

DON'T DIE. *giggles*