When I was little, it never made sense to me that reckless driving was a bad thing.
Then I realized it wasn't spelled with a W.
That is effing adorable.
Yeah, it really is adorable.
When I was little, I thought Naugahide was made from the skin of nagas... you know... half cobra, half human people in Hindu mythology.
Or as I thought of them then, 'snake people.'
I don't know why, but I'm feeling really reckless right now; like I'm about to do or say something I know I'll regret later. It's like my conscious has just significantly diminished in size. It's kind of a fun place to be in.
Sometimes I love that feeling, like when I quit holding back and just let myself flirt shamelessly. Other times I hate it because I still won't let myself do anything out of the ordinary for me.
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