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So last night, upon discovering that I actually do have internet at my house, I came home, ran to my room, and began to set up my old computer. I realized that my old mouse and keyboard were *gone* and proceeded to freak out and throw a fit. Seriously my mom just throws my shit away when I'm at school and then I have to come back and deal with it. So after throwing my fit, I walk down to her boyfriends house to get a replacement keyboard and mouse, talk a while about current events, and walk back, go up to my room, hook up the mouse, and update my computer.
I vaguely remember my mom asking me last night before I fell asleep where her keys were, to which I responded "I don't have your keys."
This morning I woke up to an insane hunt for her car keys. She says that before I left the house last night I took them out of their little basket and ran out the door. - I do not remember this happening. - I searched my jean pockets and my sweatshirt (which I wasn't wearing, but just in case) and my purse and around my room. I did not find anything. I wasn't high or drunk or anything of the like, and I know myself well enough that I wouldn't throw her keys down in my travels or anything like that. They weren't at her boyfriends house; my mom trekked the walk back and searched the whole way and found nothing. I was convinced that she was crazy because a) I don't remember taking the keys, b) I didn't have them as evidence, and c) they weren't to be found anywhere I had been. But her boyfriend arrived here a few minutes ago asking "who's keys are these?" with a set in his hand. They were my Mom's. They were in the ignition of her car, doors unlocked, with the windows down.
I vaguely remember my mom asking me last night before I fell asleep where her keys were, to which I responded "I don't have your keys."
This morning I woke up to an insane hunt for her car keys. She says that before I left the house last night I took them out of their little basket and ran out the door. - I do not remember this happening. - I searched my jean pockets and my sweatshirt (which I wasn't wearing, but just in case) and my purse and around my room. I did not find anything. I wasn't high or drunk or anything of the like, and I know myself well enough that I wouldn't throw her keys down in my travels or anything like that. They weren't at her boyfriends house; my mom trekked the walk back and searched the whole way and found nothing. I was convinced that she was crazy because a) I don't remember taking the keys, b) I didn't have them as evidence, and c) they weren't to be found anywhere I had been. But her boyfriend arrived here a few minutes ago asking "who's keys are these?" with a set in his hand. They were my Mom's. They were in the ignition of her car, doors unlocked, with the windows down.