How horrible is it that...?

I’m in love with a preacher (sang to the tune of T-Pain’s “I’m In Love With A Stripper”). How horrible is it that that my infatuation with a bishop is one of the things I discovered on my Memorial Day trip to Chicago? I also discovered, well decided, that I have to move back to Chicago. As soon as I got to walking down Michigan Avenue, I felt so at home. So before June 7^th , I am going to have a completed graduate application on file at Columbia College Chicago. My application has to include a personal essay, explaining my professional goals. Uh, I don’t know, if I was certain about what I wanted to do professionally, I wouldn't waste two more years of my life in school. I am just using grad school as an in the meantime, in between time kinda jig ‘cause I don’t know what I wanna do. So anyway, back to the preacher. How horrible is it really, to wanna marry a married preacher? I am sure that’s related to a cardinal sin. He is not even that hot physically, well slightly but it’s just his person. I wanna be his wife. Okay no I don’t. I could never be the first lady of a church ‘cause people will be forever judging me and forever trying to get my young hot smart spiritual husband to become an adulterator. So instead of being his wife, I wanna be one of those ladies. I don’t feel bad ‘cause I would never do that, but the thought is exciting.