Okay, so the other night Twiggy's lung collapsed. Yeah, I know. She was amused because that kind of thing would only happen to her. And in the mall, nonetheless. She's supposed to recover; she doesn't need the surgery. In typical Twiggy fashion, once she heard that it was most common in tall, thin men she spent most of her time in the clinic giggling about how she was a tall, thin man. Instead of being worried that her lung collapsed. This is why I like Twiggy. I kept her company tonight and upstaged her boyfriend because I brought her flowers. Now really, after almost three years he should know that Twiggy, like me, desires flowers for any possible occassion. Birthday, flowers; toaster breaks, flowers; collapsed lung, flowers. It's really just the way it works. Honestly.