I love The Pharcyde, but I hate birthdays.

I woke up early this morning. Because I thought that I was going to played. So I woke up early and stayed up. And I watched two episodes of Dawson's Creek. Dozed off for two hours. But my alarm clock went off every nine minutes, so I would have noticed if anyone came in or out of my room. I came downstairs at 11 o'clock. My mom asked me if I could go drop some food off at my cousin's house. "Sure," I said. Unsuspectingly. So when I got to my cousin's house, I stayed for a little while and chatted. I even called my mom. And spoke to my mom. For about five minutes. Then I got home. Sat and watched TV, listened to music. 3 o'clock. I was going to take a shower. And you know what. Guess. You'll never guess. No underwear. The night before that I hid all my underwear. And then I looked in my drawer and no underwear. So now I am sitting here in front of the computer with an oversized pair. MEAN TRICK, DUDES. Just know this: Birthday Karma. You fuck with someone on his/her birthday, you get it back, dude. Watch out.