I’m not enjoying things right now. I truly am not. I wouldn’t read on…

I went to the Brewers game with S., K., and P. yesterday. I was incredibly uncomfortable all game. S. knows I really like him, and he was giving me the really strong just-friends-vibe … case in point: He asked me if I’d ever date C. J. And, I wouldn’t. He’s just not my type. But, it’s just strange. But whatever to that… He’s funny and I enjoy my time with him, and friends is A-OK, but don’t be a dick about it, please. K. and P. really chapped my ass all fucking game. They watched about two pitches and were having all of these really heart-to-heart conversations about really uncomfortable, non-baseball-related subjects, and they fucking kept making out. That’s just out of line, especially when you’re with other people like they were yesterday. S. asked me if I would’ve been irritated if him and I were doing the same thing and I said, “We wouldn’t be doing the same thing. They’re tied and we’re going into extra innings.”

<scene> The Chancery on 27th St. A booth. The four of us, talking about something incredibly unsexy like World of Warcraft. Cue P. and K. sucking face, and S. and I looking at each other like WTF. </scene>

Plus, I even asked them to fucking stop. That’s out of line. There is a time and place for everything, and what they were doing was incredibly irritating and rude. I don’t care how not-sober you are. If someone, who is your BFF, asks you to stop … Courtesy is appreciated. I’m not mad at K. or P. — just letting out some steam.

I’m incredibly frustrated and pissed off at myself at present. I am an asshole. I lost my glasses. I set them down, and they were nicked. My awesome green ones, so I’m wearing my old ones that give me headaches because the script is off.

I need to get my shit together. I really do. And deal with my own loneliness in constructive ways. … like venting on my blog.

In other news, I got Racing Sausage socks at Miller Park yesterday, which are super awesome. And, we saw some great baseball. A homer from Bill Hall. And besides some awkwardness, S. and I had a good time. Like I said, he’s funny and makes me laugh. And we can successfully talk about baseball and other things.

This might just be a hormonal downturn, because that’s coming up. My feelings are hurt. And having to go buy new glasses and not a Nintendo DS sucks big time. But it’s my own damn fault. I set myself for all of this bullshit. Bravo to me! *bows*