-Boogie Nights

This was one hell of a busy day that getting home to have dinner AFTER I worked out was just an event to keep the chow down. I never workout before I eat since I fuel up and then proceed to destroy any energy with a mighty workout. Would you believe that it was grilled burgers that wouldn't stay down? Guys don't do that when it comes to meat.

I've got more problems than I even realize. My wrist, the left one, is aching. No masturbation jokes, please. I'm doing my best to not let this get to me because I get all sad n' stuff if my workout sucks. Working out without wrist strength is major.

So, I did the best I could with pain that slowly disappeared as the workout progressed. Nothing extremely heavy but good enough for a pump in the right places.

Yeah, I saw that big brown eyed tiny girl I kind of like. Not much conversation all due to her being in other areas of the gym. She's so cute and tiny but a bit painfully thin due to a high metabolism. At least, I am hoping that that's why this girl is so thin. Kim, a friend of mine in the gym, thinks it's just metabolism.

However, I took notice of another girl tonight that could really workout. I mean, she did everything well in her bicep workout that I couldn't ignore this. A little chat and my own need to, uh, tell her how amazing she is with a set of weights brought up the knowledge that she's a graduate student. Nice.

While walking around our bookstore for European cult cinema DVDs, I came across this graduate student again. She didn't recognize me without the wife beater and bandana. Instead, it was a long sleeve button down and razzled spiked hair, my kind of look.

Who knows? This girl is cute and all but I'm so all over the place thanks to it being Fall in my world. My birthday, for me, signifies the end of dreaded summer. Heat does not work for me. I'm pretty sure I was born a polar bear in another life.

*I had a dream, last night, of being chased by a group of polar bears in an ice cave all while trying to rescue a herd of elk. I'm weird*

There is an issue that I brought up earlier but did not get into. There are times I feel like I'm on display at parties. This happened over the weekend when Bald-O said the words I tend to hear a lot:

"Mike, show 'em your arms!"

Yeah, I have to pull up my XX-Large t-shirt to show my biceps, triceps, and deltoids all flexed. The looks on people's faces is pretty funny but worth it here and there. I do get the challengers and such that issue a demand of arm wrestling or other bullshit.

I'm not into being put on display, often. It's nice here and there since the event does bring about conversation with people I didn't meet earlier or people I don't know how to start talking to. You get into workouts, etc. but then I steer into things like books, movies, and stupid human stunts I've seen thanks to college experiences. Yes, I can speak, children and I love to learn new things so don't be shy. Gather around and we'll play Spin the Bottle.

If people would could only know the pain I inflict on myself while in the gym..........

Loved "Confessions Of A Bad Girl" by Abigail Vona and I finally finished it while my dog, Jethro, kept trying to sit on the book to get attention. Maybe from all this, I can learn why I lost MR to his drug addiction but returned as a "brainwashed freak." You get a good idea as to what goes on in an institution for mentally weird girls. Damn! No lesbian stories!

Yeah, the book gets a bit preachy and such but Abigail does learn to avoid all those things you and I love to do, fuck and run with wolves. I'll probably never give that kind of life up since I need to be stimulated mentally and sexually.

Oh, speaking of wolves.........

I finally got to sit my little hairless ass down to see Ginger Snaps 3: The Beginning. Quite an impressive little flick of a fur trading fort being surrounded by werewolves. The whole movie reminded me of Dog Soldiers but it's still quite different enough. Plus, it has Katharine Isabelle.

It's kind of ironic isn't it? I mean, a fur trading place is being attacked by werewolves!?! Is it any wonder why I rooted for the wolves over these fuckers that spend their days/nights pulling off the skins of animals? I've seen videos of how leather and how mink coats are made. I'm not kidding in that I cried.

It takes a lot to scare me. Usually, you can just tell me that Chelsea Clinton is at my door wearing nothing but an apron to make me run away but movies are picky in that. Most horror movies that I hear about being scary don't do it for me. Pop in Event Horizon, Ginger Snaps 1 and 2, Dog Soldiers, and now Ginger Snaps 3. There were a few scenes that had me a bit on edge all thanks to a director that knows how to hold me along with cradling my balls with a scene of Katharine's nice ass.

I'm not sure why most of the really well thought out movies are not Hollywood's style. It could be my theory of how we Americans are losing common sense. Seen the movie trailers? They give everything away and more. Most scary movies have the killer reveiled much too early. The same goes for cheap scares of people just jumping out of nowhere to say, "I had to pee!" Scream really got a good point across and made me really get all razzled with the amazing thought of killing off Drew Barrymore. Who woulda' thought?

Well, my mom just came up to me to inform me that my dad's mom just died. Geez, we get a call at around 11pm and the shit never stops hitting the fan here at my house, huh? My parents are going up north to deal with all this so I have to stay home and take care of 5 Yorkshire Terriers that will be trying to talk me into filling the food bowl every hour on the hour.

I'm not sure why all these things are hitting my family again and again. All of this reminds me of Florida and how another hurricane is on its way, Ivan. Damn and I wanted to discuss porn!

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