The best part about getting a new book is going to a bar and reading it alone over a beer, while the guy next to you doesn't ask you questions about it the whole time. I wonder what that's like?
Speaking of books, I wandered into the Harvard Book Store today, and they had my book (on sale at their website here, go buy it for fuck's sake) as one of their staff picks with a very nice review, which I posted above. It basically says "we thought this was gonna suck and we were ready to goof on it, but unfortunately it didn't, so shit, now what?" which is an emotion I'm well accustomed to on account of leaving the house every day.
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In gross news, that's my shoulder.
I saw-er the Ringo Deathstarziez the other night. One thing they'll never say about old Luke is that he didn't blog a lot of times about bands he likes. "Old Luke," they won't say, "hard to tell which bands he was into, via a vis reading his blog, I mean."
The show was great, but your boy got into a bit of his medicine that night, so I was too paranoid to enjoy myself. I tried pretty hard not to take any creeper photos, but as you can see above I sort of blew it on that one.
Not sure if you can make out the fine print here, but that's a line of people out the door for a yogurt store. #ptsotl. Speaking of ice cream, I updated Luke's Ice Cream Blog for the first time in forever tonight. GO READ IT YOU GUYS. What the fuck is an ice cream blog, you might ask? I am certain that I still do not know.
Speaking of pink berries, I have the hugest hemorrhoid right now, which I'm only sharing because I feel like way too many of you guys want to have sex with me and I want to put that fantasy to an end. Feels like I'm hatching a dinosaur egg down there. It must look like a python trying to regurgitate a beach ball or some shit. On the plus side, the giant engorged veins of blood are constantly stimulating my prostate, so I've been getting some pretty solid wood out of the deal the past couple days. Win some lose some.*
*That's a metaphor, by the way.1
1The whole thing I mean.2
2More specifically, the entire blog.
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8 comments:
didn't they get the title of your book wrong? or they were just being racist.
HA! I didn't even notice. I take it back, fuckers.
also, you and my bf and his hetero bf should start a gentlemen's club for reading A Song of Ice & Fire books over Brooklyn's because I'm sick of that EXACT photograph being staged in my living room every Sunday night
Does he have hemorrhoids to, because if so I'm in.
Even at 20% off, Harvard's price is higher than Amazon+shipping. #boughtitanyway
Doh. Really? Well, buy local and whatever I guess.
Oops, your comment lead me to check again. My memory of the online total price was off by about a buck. So, discounted at Harvard wins.
Harvard always wins.
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