WARNING: There’s a cat. It’s in a bag. And I’m probably going to let it out somewhere in this post. You’ve been warned.

A while back, Emily wrote a post about birth control and how it magnified depression in her life. I felt for her, but figured it was an isolated incident. Until Ginny came off of her birth control prescription. Suddenly she was a happier person, and she was more interested in me. At first I thought it was the new Axe body wash I was using, but apparently it was the birth control screwing with her hormones. Nonetheless, I like the non BC Ginny much better. Maybe the Catholics are on to something after all.