Does it make me a bad person if . . .
I would rather have huge bat boogers fly out of my nose than see my in-laws tonight? (See this post for a small explanation)
I want this T shirt really badly?
I want to stay at the writing retreat and never come home?
I wish I had flying monkeys to deliver my wrath?
I'm an ageist cynic in regards to the blue hairs in charge of a committee I volunteered for?
Probably am, but like I said after the Jehovah's Witnesses darkened my door, I'm headed for Hell anyway. So what's the difference if I enjoy myself along the way?