| it's been confirmed |
[Sep. 2nd, 2007|12:21 am] |
Camille came up this weekend, and it's definitly confirmed. I am not gay. |
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| Christmas is here |
[Dec. 3rd, 2006|01:11 pm] |
So here is the deal - Camille said that we would not exchange presents this holiday season unless we did so over Hannukka, basically forcing me to celebrate Jewish holidays. I know she got me a TiVO and I really want it, but I don't know if I can give up Christ for a DVR. |
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| Jeez |
[Oct. 16th, 2006|08:11 pm] |
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I would have NEVER told Camille this stuff if I knew that every word of it was going to be repeated on her blog. But I do think it is important to point out that I was specifically NOT skipped. On anything. Ever. Did I mention that Auburn is BCS ranks NUBMER 4?!!?
See.. I put that in to make it look like Luke writes this blog. |
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| just in case y'all weren't sure - |
[Oct. 4th, 2006|12:20 am] |
I just wanted to throw out there what an extremely humble person I am.
My girlfriend claims to have "orbitofrontal lobe damage" and that is her "excuse" for her delusions of grandeur. The point is, I'm way more humble. |
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| There is nothing I love more... |
[Sep. 18th, 2006|04:52 pm] |
than having Camille's mouth on my recently urinated wang... Or as she'd say it, "dang" -- apparently that's the medical term for it. |
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| CANCER! |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|07:40 pm] |
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CIGARETTS CAUSE CANCER |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|07:32 pm] |
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Today when I woke up, I had hot wings, potato chips, beer, and morning sex for breakfast. It was amazing. You know what is specifically NOT amazing and actually, incredibly disgusting?
Teratomas. |
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| Priapism |
[Aug. 29th, 2006|02:38 pm] |
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Ever since I heard Camille was coming in town for labor day, I've had the worst case of priapism. |
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| name change? |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|08:57 pm] |
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Today Camille insisted I change my livejournal name to "LeukasAurelius" so that it would sound more like "leukocyte" "leukotriene" "leukemia" and "leukoblastosis" amongst other terms that mean absolutely nothing to me. |
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| Patrick beat me |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|03:42 pm] |
Yeah, I'm talking about the starfish on "Sponge-Bob Square Pants" He had sex in my new apartment before I did. |
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| Religious experience |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|08:57 pm] |
Today I got a really bad headache while talking on the phone with Camille (imagine that!) and I casually said, I'm gonna take a Tylenol. Ol' girl started flipping out saying I was going to die if I took one and that she was a doctor and that she knew what she was talking about (I assume when she said "doctor" she actually meant "not a doctor"). I told her that I wouldn't, but when I got off the phone I did anyway and guess what - I'M STILL ALIVE.
I am taking my miraculous survival to mean that I am a "chosen person" and that I should convert to Judaism. |
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| hotness to the max |
[Aug. 6th, 2006|02:33 pm] |
For all of my New Orleans fans - I am coming next weekend, specifically to see the word "cock" on Camille's leg. |
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| Camille is gorgeous and amazing |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|02:09 pm] |
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That is basically all I say to her all day every day. She does all the rest of the talking. God I miss banging at my parents house. I probably never will again now that I'm moving into my own apartment. |
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| turns out I'm whipped |
[Jul. 24th, 2006|01:03 am] |
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So, after extensive discussion, we finally came to the conclusion that I am completely controlled by the puntag; reference the filet I was forced to buy at Emril Lagasse's restaurant this weekend. |
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| Camille's webcam |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|12:12 am] |
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I think that I have died and gone to heaven where all the angels are sluts. |
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| best quote of all eternity |
[Jul. 10th, 2006|02:02 pm] |
"Chuck Norris's tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried." -Paul Richard |
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| mental exercises |
[Jul. 10th, 2006|01:27 pm] |
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Camille is coming up with my folks to Clarksville, TN this weekend. That gives me 5 days to mentally and physically prepare myself for her drunken insanity. I am doing this by carrying 50 lb. sacks of sand over my shoulder from the car to my bed, and by mentally rehearsing "maybe you should slow down" in various ways that sound sweet, yet very firm. |
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