I wasn't raised Catholic...not that you'd know it, considering that I have such a hardcore guilt complex. It's like I have one of those cartoon angels sitting on my shoulder, always looking up at me with perpetually teary Keane kid eyes, trying (and succeeding) to make me feel bad about something or another.
"You bought the new Lemony Snicket book at Target last night? Why didn't you just wait to check it out from the library? I don't care if it was on sale; according to Sally Struthers, you could have fed fifteen children and bought them flyswatters to boot!"
"European chocolates? What do you need those for? Don't you need to lose a little weight? Shouldn't you send those chocolates or the monetary equivalent to those starving children?"
Anyone got a can of Raid? I'm going to spray this feathery little f*ck right off my shoulder and into the next world.
Anywho....I know I can't be the only one. Who else has this guilty complex problem, and excerises it on a daily basis? Share your stories, so I won't feel so bad.
"You bought the new Lemony Snicket book at Target last night? Why didn't you just wait to check it out from the library? I don't care if it was on sale; according to Sally Struthers, you could have fed fifteen children and bought them flyswatters to boot!"
"European chocolates? What do you need those for? Don't you need to lose a little weight? Shouldn't you send those chocolates or the monetary equivalent to those starving children?"
Anyone got a can of Raid? I'm going to spray this feathery little f*ck right off my shoulder and into the next world.
Anywho....I know I can't be the only one. Who else has this guilty complex problem, and excerises it on a daily basis? Share your stories, so I won't feel so bad.
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