{ Ever hear that one song… “(We Were) Electrocute” by Type O Negative? There’s this one part in it where Pete’s like, “Even though I still miss your lips, you’re about as real as your tits,” and I wasn’t quite sure how to cite that without making it sound weird and unrelated. But just in case it does sound that way, this journal was supposed to be the part about the tits. You know, fake. Get it? }