Chalk one up for my moral compass

I have some marvelously embarassing photos of a famous playwright.  Rather than show them to everyone I know, I took the moral high road and deleted them.

Karma owes me a pony.

Damn you, Easy Listening Station

So I'm in my office and the radio is playing.  Harry Chapin's "Cat's in the Cradle" comes on, and 15 seconds into it, I'm crying.  I had to turn the bloody thing off.

FML.

I assume these little emotional ninja attacks go away at some point.  But that will suck in a completely different way.

Glee

So what does it say about me that the character I'm most attracted to on the show is the homophobic bully?

Totally fucked up.