I don't know if I want to live in a world where Panic! at the Disco song titles clock in at less than twenty words.
Not to mention that they don't seem very mean any more, which was the attraction to begin with.
(Note that this post contains no personal information at all, other than intimating that, maybe, I like bitchy people...which is actually pretty revealing. Also, obvious. I am still trying to figure out what a bone half-gallon is.).
