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.

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.

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.