My work on the deck is done! No more! No more of me waking up to the sound of my dad hammering away in the early morning. No more puddles of sweat pouring down my face as I pull up board after board. No more having to wear old t-shirts and shorts that will accumulate with sweat and stick to me. No more of the pain in my back that seems to be at its worst in the morning.

It's so strange to walk out onto my parents' new outside deck. The funny thing is that I have no memory as to when we started working on it so I may venture back into my older entries to see. This is a much better look than the older one we had built in which the carpenter used shitty wood and built it pretty shitty as well.

What's even weirder is how the deck is done and I ran into Elizabeth tonight at the gym. Oh, my heart was beating so fast when I pulled into the parking lot since her car was in the usual spot.

Elizabeth and I may get together tomorrow night. She's officially gone on Friday or Saturday since this week was mainly putting her stuff into the apartment. I'm nervous and excited all at once for some reason.

What I'm trying not to do is dwell on all this. I've had disappointments and psycho girlfriends that have sent me to the depths of hell all thanks to their selfishness. My mom says this:

"All females are just screwed up every now and then."

Well, my ex's seem to be this way everyday! All I want is a nice girl with good table manners and a sense of adventure. Is that too much to ask?

A woman that I talk to in the gym with the biggest butt you've ever seen came up to me to discuss an observation I made to her in the past. You see, there is a couple in my gym that will not acknowledge this due to the guy acting as if his girlfriend is invisible. I'll explain.

This is a black guy, a complete asshole that thinks he is the coolest thug. His girlfriend that he is embarassed to even acknowledge is this chunky white girl. I talk to the girl on occasion because she's so nice and I hate to see her self esteem as low as it is but she's desperate to see someone, this black guy.

The woman in the gym that I was talking to sees what I see when it comes to this couple. The black guy will act as if his girlfriend doesn't even exist and orders her around. Gawd, it hurts to see this girl take all this and makes me want to go stand up for her.

I don't know why certain guys act so shitty towards their girlfriends. It's even worse when she doesn't believe in herself and most likely has to take his pathetic sexual advances. I'm sure the words, "Bitch this" and "Bitch that" are heard over and over.

Every now and then, I go and talk to this girl to do my usual shit in which I make her laugh about my observations of myself around Elizabeth. She seems to like this and I catch that black guy looking at me. Don't worry. I can deal with him but nothing will stop me from talking to this girl with the lowest self esteem I've ever seen.

Whenever this black guy has his buddies training with him, he completely will not talk to his girlfriend. I asked her about this today and she told me that thats the way he wants it. I'm betting that those guys don't even know about her. Sad.

I love making this guy a bit jealous, folks. He looks at my Air Jordan shoes, something he obviously cannot afford. Any little thing helps to piss him off, I will do.

So, Elizabeth and I? Let me tell ya that I fucked up with her email address and I didn't realize it until today. I told E I sent her one but she told me she didn't receive it. Stupid me off by a letter so now some girl out there is scratching her head over a weird email that has me missing her.

"Just who the fuck is this Mike guy!?! I don't go to the gym and I prefer to eat Bon-Bons while watching Oprah! No one makes me go to the gym. What a psycho!"

The guys in the gym lightly picked on me when they saw me following Elizabeth out of the gym to her car. Travis was dying to know if I'm "gettin' any." Yeah, like I'm going to give out details to a guy riding the epiglyder machine.

*Travis looks like a very tall frat boy that just happens to be a plumber.*

Even my gym pal, Kim, joins in to tell me that I look like I'm in love because I talk funny and my eyes tend to dart all over the place. I hate it when I act like this. Hate it. I'm my own distraction.

So, I bid adieu for now. I'm keeping my promise of taking apart my bed tomorrow thanks to the deck being done. No more sweaty sheets! Hedgehoggy be clean boy now. At least, Elizabeth seems to be okay with the stinky side of me.

Obviously, this entry is a weird one but I will come down off of this high at some point. All I need is for Elizabeth to show me a pschotic side that I tend to worry about with all girls.

*Sara, I'm on the case about your question on the email. To me, it looks very guarded in feelings. In other words, it's vague as to intentions. I'm sure you do know the good videos.*

Oh, Mom's gone tomorrow so I'm gonna put on my brother's porn and strip the bed! Doesn't that sound kind of weird?

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