Brad's pissed. Somebody hacked into his stocks, investing him in things like Prozac and companies that specialize in relationship counseling. When he asked me if I knew who was doing this, I could say I didn't. Because I can guess, but I don't know. *cough*
killwithmymind*cough*
How sweet that somebody is not just making him feel vulnerable by hacking his stock portfolio but also trying to send him a message in the process.
So Brad's pissed. Again. Still. And I'm still not spending much time in the apartment. At least he's starting to feel a little bad about that without then getting resentful that I'm making him feel bad blah de blah.
I dunno. He's being a moron but I'm still on the fence about whether I should stay or go. I hate when I get this indecisive.