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My friend and I who share a birthday are going to Eazy-E's grave on our shared birthday this year.
Neither of us can think of anything else worthwhile to do in LA, aside from visiting San Dimas High School.
Neither of us can think of anything else worthwhile to do in LA, aside from visiting San Dimas High School.
You know, sometimes I feel like maybe my outlook on people is skewed unfairly. That I am missing out on the beauty of humanity by employing misanthropy as my base mindstate. That maybe I should earnestly work to appreciate and accept my peers.
Then I go to a house party and remember that nope, my put-offish-fuck moniker is fully justified.
Then I go to a house party and remember that nope, my put-offish-fuck moniker is fully justified.

Further proof that ostriches and leather clad women go hand in hand.
I also found out that the computer science department never expired my student account on the shared development machine/web server. This is still being hosted there from my sophomore year.

Seriously, I had no idea.
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