when panic! at the disco released their first album many years ago (okay, like, five years ago), i did not like it, mostly because on first and second listen, the majority of songs seemed to be about how women are all whores who broke ryan ross’s 17 year old heart — or about how women are all slutty strippers there for the enjoyment of men.
even now i am uncomfortable with some of the songs (and you’ll never catch me listening to their big hit single, “i write sins not tragedies,” which is probably the worst offender), but i do have a new appreciation for some of the other songs. well, i had a new appreciation for them last year, and now i just listen to them. whatever.
i spent the day working and cooking and job hunting (which is practically a full time job all on its own), and then when i’d finally settled down to just watch television and chill out, i fell asleep. typical.
this picture is of theodore, post-catnip, totally stoned out of his mind, chasing his tail on top of the couch. eventually he fell off, rolled onto his feet, and ran into the kitchen.
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