Unholiness

Since the glove has been thrown out, I shall attempt to answer the following in the same format as the previous post. But unlike the last, the stakes for these statements seem to be higher.

I have never had an unholy thought about a married person.

Lest all my married friends run away from me, don't worry, it's definitely not you girls hahahahaha...in all seriousness it was totally unrequited. He just has qualities which I admire in a man (the rest are all boys) - smart, wicked sense of humour, nerdish-decent looking, thoughtful and giving. I have to admit I was a little in love with him (as some of you may know, so that was unholy, harboring more than friendly affections for a married man). He likens our relationship to Dave & his sidekick at Teen Scene in the book Dinner for Two. We talk about everything, nothing is taboo. I enjoy his friendship very much. I miss the days where I'm giggling at my computer screen when we talk on msn about the origins of vulgarities, bitching about idiots who go masquerading as people, glow-in-the-dark condoms and where to meet after he skips work + I skip school to talk about our darkest fears and loftiest dreams.

I have never thought that anything was unholy.
I don't remember which is the most unholy thought (which should scare all of you) but I must have plenty. The only one unholy thought I can remember saying out loud and not feel guilty was "Sometimes I wish my grandmother lived forever, I can live without my parents if I can have her back." This would be self-explanatory if you knew I was brought up by my grandmother.

I have never cursed myself for not having been bold enough to say something.
I have never cheated or helped a friend cheat in an exam.
I have never pretended to park five minutes later than I did when punching out holes in a parking ticket. Only because I don't drive...
I have never lied to save my a**.
I have never eaten a meal in the preparation of which no animals were harmed.
Read "About Me", I'm an unsuccessful non-meat eater.