Julius Rocas

I'm really pissed off. This morn­ing, I was late for my only class because my boxers were not in my dresser, they were not in the clothes­line, they were not even in the basket where we store the newly washed and dried clothes before putting them in our respec­tive dressers and cab­i­nets. I spent half-an-hour look­ing for a new pair that I could use but to no avail.

I went down­stairs and told my mom, clearly she knew that I was about to loose my temper. She knew me inside out since after all, she is my mother and so she knows that among the things that really pisses me off is when my clothes are not where they are sup­posed to be. So she and the one of the house­maids went on a fran­tic search for a pair of my boxers, oth­er­wise hell is about to break loose in the house.

I'm not a spoiled brat, so with little sliv­ers of matu­rity regain­ing con­trol over my self, I calmly took a deep breath and gave them time to look for at least a pair of boxers that I could wear. I quitely entered the bath­room to take a bath hoping and expect­ing that by the time I come out, they have found a pair of my boxers.

Unfor­tu­nately, they did not. To appease my temper, my mother gave me a pair of women's boxers that clearly did not belonged to me. "What the fuck?! I'd never wear those!" I looked at the pair of women's under­wear with great con­tempt and anger. I saw the time and decided not to break loose so I set­tled to an emer­gency mea­sure I've been doing for the past week now. Reusing the boxer shorts I've already worn yes­ter­day. Damn it!

Where are my underwears?!