Worthless and Weak

I have two friends. Well, I have more than two friends. But of all the friends I have, which number more than two, I shall talk about two of them. I shall also talk about myself and several interactions between the three of us, that is, myself and my two friends. Hmm, it appears that I have fallen in to some sort of trap. You see, I cannot seem to stop introducing this blog entry, and get to the actual story part of the blog. Anyway, you're really not missing out on much, its pretty boring. Hmm, perhaps I shall start over.

I have a friend named Todd. At least, I think thats his name. Anyway, he's into baseball. But I don't really enjoy talking to baseball with him that much. For a couple reasons, and I don't see him that much anyway. Anyway but of all the other friends I have, none of them enjoy talking to me about baseball. With one exception.

And that exception is named Jon. Now, you might think that people should spell John with an h in it. And I would agree with you. But that really has nothing to do with the current subject matter. So anyway, I really enjoy talking about baseball with Jon. I could talk all day long. He's a really cool guy.

So, the world would be happy with me and Jon talking about baseball. Except for one minor technicality. Jon has a friend named Melissa. And Melissa really really likes Jon, and really really doesn't like baseball. So, yesterday, the three of us, and some other random people were eating, and me and Jon were talking about baseball so much, and she started to get quite annoyed. Oh well, I annoy people a lot. So anyway, we were talking about that at dinner tonight again. And I started to get the feeling that Melissa is going to kill me. So I tried really hard to not talk about baseball. But it was tough. For instance, at one point Jon was joking about having a seizure, and I really had to restrain myself from informing him that Tony Lazzeri (if I spelt that right, give me a cookie) was epileptic. Anyway, so, Melissa, if you're reading this, please don't kill me. Kill Jon instead. And Jon, if you're reading this, you might want to think about not eating dinner with me tomorrow night. But anyway, if either of you start taking relationship advice from me, its pretty much over.