Great American Pastime

Went to a game today. We won. Much celebration by all.


But I ruined my evening by throwing a stupid, mostly unjustified, little hissy-fit. I just don't know, I like him a whole lot, but I've never liked the way he treats me. Each time I go over to hang out with him I have the best intentions of clearing the air by eloquently saying 'PAY SOME DAMNED ATTENTION TO ME! I'M CUTE AND AWESOME, DAMN IT!' But I never get the right words out and just get hurt. I know I don't treat him like I should, but he hasn't earned my trust back yet and I don't know what else to do.

Damn it. I hate guys.