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I watched Serenity before I watched Firefly. I know I KNOW what was I thinking?
Also, I saw Catwoman in the theater.
Seriously, though, I don't do many reckless things. I prefer my choices to be reckful. I'll try today to think of something reckless that I did.
Oy. Catwoman and Elektra. So bad Hollywood will never make another female superhero movie EVER AGAIN.
One time, I wore white before Memorial Day. Seriously, my mother would cringe at that!
Getting married and having kids.
Marrying Peefer and having his kids. God, what was I thinking? Clearly I was drunk.
Learning how to fly airplanes isn't necessarily reckless, but the parts where you have to learn how to recover from stalls and spins (without dying and/or filling the pants with the poop) is important, but also fairly reckless.
Every time I like a guy, I tell him. But you guys already know that. :)
The most reckless thing to which I will [sometimes] admit publicly is climbing onto a moving freight train, riding it for about half an hour clinging to the ladder on the outside of a boxcar, jumping off while the train was still moving, and then hitchhiking back home. It was an awesomely stupid day. I have never told my parents this story. Which I think proves that my stupidity does have some limits.
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