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Innocent until proven guilty

So, as per my usual tag stealing ways, I've stolen this one from Just call me A, because it seemed like so much fun. And I rather wanted to see how much of a devil I really am.

Also, I don't tag any of you, whoever wants to take up this tag feel absolutely free to do so.

* Asked someone to marry you? Innocent

* Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Guilty. Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies

* Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent. I've always wanted to though.

* Ever told a lie? Guilty. Many times over.

* Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty. I'm a glutton for punishment

* Kissed a picture? Guilty.Rahul Dravid, Fernando Torres, David Villa, Roger Federer and Im not mentioning anymore names.

* Slept in until 5 PM? Innocent. The latest I've ever woken up has been 3 pm.

* Fallen asleep at work/school? Guilty.

* Held a snake? Innocent.Just because I haven't had the opportunity. Snakes are such beautiful creatures.

* Been suspended from school? Innocent. Does not being allowed to enter class and have to sit in the grounds for the entire day for entering late count?

* Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent. Though like A, I did want to work at McDonalds once upon a time for their French fries.

* Stolen from a store? Guilty.

* Been fired from a job? Guilty.

* Done something you regret? Guilty. A couple. There are very few things in life I actually regret.

* Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty. Gross as well.

* Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Guilty. In Ladakh and its a memory I'll always cherish.

* Kissed in the rain? Innocent.

* Sat on a roof top? Guilty. A post for another day perhaps.

* Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent. I have marvellous self-control

* Sang in the shower? Guilty.

* Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent

* Shaved your head? Guilty. Do NOT ask.

* Had a boxing membership? Innocent. What is the point of this question?

* Made a girlfriend cry? Guilty. Girlfriend or girl friend?

* Been in a band? Innocent. I can't hold a tune to save my life.

* Shot a gun? Guilty. An air rifle at any rate.

* Donated Blood? Guilty. I try to make it every three months

* Eaten alligator meat? Innocent. But I want to try it.

* Eaten cheesecake? Guilty. Mmmmmm... Blueberry cheesecake

* Still love someone you shouldn’t? Guilty.

* Have/had a tattoo? Innocent. I have an almost perfect idea for my tattoo, but I just want that perfect moment when I get it inked.

* Liked someone, but will never tell who? Guilty

* Been too honest? Guilty. And I've had way too many problems because of it.

* Ruined a surprise? Innocent. Does accidentally revealing the end of a movie count?

* Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty.

* Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty. It had to be done

* Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Guilty. I was a tomboy when I was young and girl's clothes were poison to me then.

* Joined a pageant? Innocent

* Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.

* Had communication with your ex? Guilty. We're the best of friends now actually.

* Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent.

* Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty. Too much of any emotion makes me cry.

At the end of this tag, I'm realising that I'm not as much of a bad girl as I've always thought I was. *Sigh*


Sunshine said…
lol i love this tag! Gonna steal it from you...and im pretty sure im gonna come up with a few more Guilty's!

uve shot an air rifle...thats quite kool! its one thing i would love to a perfectly harmless controlled environment!!
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Sunshine: Go right ahead. I'd love to read. I was going to tag you, but then I read you were going private. Also, I'd love to read you. So if you could send me an invite, I'd love it.
lostonthestreet said…
I am going to do this tag.and guess what we have many in common including
* Stolen from a store? Guilty.
high five sista..
Sunshine said…
yep yep shall love if u would read.. :)

one invite comin up!
ha ha ha...I had so much fun reading :) what did you naughty naughty girl...i see lots of similarities and if we were real world friends i see us having many conversation on the roof :)
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Lostonthestreet: *High fives back* I'm glad I'm not the only one who's guilty of such debauchery.

@ Sunshine: Got it. Thanks. And also the air rifle bit was a camp I was doing with kids and we thought them how to shoot air rifles. I'm quite the expert at it now.

@ A: Well, it was a dare. And it's not for no reason, they call me Dare Me To Do Anything.

Also, yes I think we'd be friends too. Maybe someday we shall meet and have plenty of rooftop conversations. They're my favourite kind.

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