WHAT THE FUCK
So I come inside this morning at a reasonable hour, 9:45, and I get this, immidiately, before I even pass the lawn chair in the living room:
Cil: You find a job yet?
Me: No
Cil: What a surprise. All of my friends have found jobs.
Me: ...good morning to you too.
Cil: Of course, they all went and looked for jobs.
Me: How do you know what I do?
Cil: Oh I know what you do.
Me: ...
That's exactly what happened. Word for word. I made sure to come strait to my computer. What the fuck? What have I done? Cathie Lizzie is there something someone's not telling me? Am I in trouble? What's going on?
Cil: You find a job yet?
Me: No
Cil: What a surprise. All of my friends have found jobs.
Me: ...good morning to you too.
Cil: Of course, they all went and looked for jobs.
Me: How do you know what I do?
Cil: Oh I know what you do.
Me: ...
That's exactly what happened. Word for word. I made sure to come strait to my computer. What the fuck? What have I done? Cathie Lizzie is there something someone's not telling me? Am I in trouble? What's going on?