THIS AINT ME TALKIN, ITS THE DEMONIC INTELLECT THAT TAKES OVER WHEN IM SLEEP WALKIN
I wouldn't call myself a writer, just a girl who can’t sleep. won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free.
Keys Open Doors….
So Last Night I Spent 3 Hours [NO EXAGGERATION] looking for my keys. I LITERALLY LOOKED EVERYWHERE THERE WAS TO LOOK IN MY HOUSE. Anyone who has been to my house knows I have a lot of fucking clothes everywhere and there’s just not enough room for them shits, so [I use that as an excuse to have a mess room], NOT DIRTY! Jus messy, clean clothes everywhere. Large Piles of clothes cover my futon, chairs and latter to my loft [yes loft foohs] lol im still a lil kid going on 21. Anyways I say that to illustrate the fact that things can get covered up easily and out of site.
Every day when I come home I toss my keys on the front table as I pass it. So when I got ready to leave the house at 8pm, I packed all my shit up and was walking out the door my keys are not on the table. That’s when the hunt begun.
8:17 -I started out basic and retraced my steps, checked both bedrooms the futon under all the clothes shifted them around and such, under the couches and cushions, and all of the counters.. no luck.. Then I started looking a little harder, maybe they fell in a drawer while I was moving around. Checked all the drawers, nothing. Soo maybe I dropped them on my way in the house outside, that doesn’t make sense I had to use them to GET-IN the house. Ook no. perhaps in the fridge or microwave, not there either.
9:10- Ok not its ben about an hour and my emotions are starting to get a hold of me, WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY KEYS?! In a shoe box maybe!? Checked all the shoe boxes I made contact with the last 2 days, JUS TO BE SURE. Started double checking everywhere ive already looked, maybe I passed them over. I pull the cushions OFF THE COUCH, check on the floors and Under the Mattresses of the beds, On top of the loft?!! No. in the tub? The dryer? Did Simba eat them?! UGGGGGHH..
9:55- im officially pissed-the-fuck off… I hadn’t gone anywhere and I had to use them hoes to get inside so I KNO THERE IN HERE SOME WHERE!! Fuckin short term memory loss really fucks up my plans sometimes.. I couldn’t remember for the life of me what I could have possibly done.. so I clean my room [PLEASE DON’T TAKE THIS STATEMENT LIGHTLY, IT IS THE TASK OF THE CENTRY THAT IVE BEN PUTTING OFF ALMOST 3 WEEKS SENSE I GOT BACK FROM Q.ROO] by the time I finish folding and hanging garments my arms feel like I jus did a work out with hulk Hogan. No keys under ALL THAT SHIT,
10:42- I wanna ask my mom but its late and shes sleeping, so I clean the other bed room. make the bed straighten the vanity, im cleaning so I might as well go through all the hair supply baskets. Roll up all the cords to the curling irons, crimpers, flat ions, blow dryers, dihickies & whatchamabobs. Throw away everything. I checked all the trash cans to make sure they hadn’t ben tossed in there.
11:25- reluctant to wake her I at this point I feel Ive covered ever base twice and for piece of mine I wanna make sure.
on my way out the door I step over her purse, And for a split second im tempted to check in it but naww. That’s rude.. Sooo Feeling defeated I mope around the house glancing one last time before collapsing on the couch to catch the second half of American History X .. my plans ruined so naturally I got to bed early.
SOOOO THIS MORNING I PLAN TO CALL MY POPS SO I CAN RIDE TO WORK WITH HIM, I get up early and check around again, [I cant miss work today, I GET PAID] still nothing.
730a- Moms up getting ready for work and she watches me look for my keys. I go back to my room and fall sleep on accident. Soooo… I get a call at around 815a
….. “THE REST U FILL IT IN AS LONG AS THE VILLIN WIN”
