i feel like his mother sometimes. errrrr... he gave me his credit card because he keeps using it. today we used it for the last time to get "necessities". i don't think he really needed new shoes but whatever. it started off with a voice recorder. i told him i got the one i was telling him about... he wanted to get it but when i said i got it, he got all mad and didn't want it anymore. in fact, he said he wanted a better one. how retarded. so i told him it wasn' t a competition and to get over himself hehe i think i said that all day cuz everytime i started to say baby... he'd finish off my sentence "it's not a competition... yeah i know baby" hah. so anyway we go to look at shoes since he says he was gonna spend 100 on a recorder, he might as well spend the money on something. retarded if you ask me. so we're at big5 sporting goods and he sees jump soles and soo wants to get it. i tell him he doesn't NEED it. and blah blah. he kept asking even on the way to the car. oh wellers. i told him to get 'em when he finds a job. jeez, i dunno if i ever want a joint savings/checking account with him! =P