Oh sea cow.....

Let us begin to look into why you are a bad friend.

Now, I would like to go to back in time three years ago to our sophmore year in college. Now, for me to say you were a shitshow would be an understatement, not that I was any different. Anyways, although there are some good memories and things we laugh about now, at the time of these events, nostalgia was not the emotion I was feeling. I am referring to two events right now, the night you peed on my futon, and the night you passed out on the floor while locking myself and the Tripod out of the room. First, you peed on my futon, so I was a little pissed until you cleaned it a few minutes later. Second, I thought someone was hooking up in my room and not opening the door, so while I was getting the master key, I was a little upset at an unknown person doing it in my room. When I found out it was you, and that the floor was the best place you could land, instead one of the two beds or couch, I was no longer mad, rather greatly amused.

Onto more recent events. There is a lack of trust in our relationship while outside the country. When I say we need to go to Mannheim, we need to fucking go to Mannheim. Do not sit there saying we are in Mannheim, or have already been to Mannheim and are now on our way to Switzerland. Just because I might have been off my rocker a little that night does not mean you can simply throw away my instructions, even if they were completely wrong. Maybe you should have gotten out a map to prove your point. Even if I would have read it and thought it was a map of New Zealand, it still might have helped.