Listening to the Academy Awards through the floor of my apartment. Somehow I've managed to live above two gay males for the past fourteen months in two decidedly different cities.
Yesterday, we saw post-op Tim. His forehead looked different, since they removed this thing the size of a grapefruit -- no kidding. He was so smart that he grew a second brain for himself. He said that now, thinking, for him, is like an acid trip.
