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Every year, there are two things that will always happen on my birthday: my mom will show up with something, and I will find a way to completely humiliate myself. I thought I would get around the last part this year, since I had absolutely no plans at all, but I was wrong, horribly wrong. When my dog went completely bitchcakes crazy, I assumed that it was just my mom showing up to drop off a tiny cake. I didn't really care much with my appearance, because I mean, its my mom and I was tired. And cake is cake even if you're wearing the biggest.underpants.ever... when you open the door for the guy that cuts your grass.
Happy birthday, self!