*blue balls not included.
Never…again…going…out…until…4am…on…a…school…night…
again.
Ice Cream Sandwich flavored ice cream at Rosati’s today.
I must be getting lonely or incredibly deprived because every man on the TV, at the bar, in the ice cream store is hot. Perhaps I’m overloading my senses with male-dominated sports (Baseball, Football, Nascar AND Professional Bull Riding in one day—the WORK!) and professional athletes. If I see one more gorgeous country-twang-speakin’, goatee’d-chin, tight-ass-in-tight-pants in a baseball uni… stop me, please.
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This blog is about pursuit: a transplanted Clevelander (me) in a new city (that's you, Pittsburgh!), pursuing the role of a self-employed copywriter, becoming a roller derby badass and somehow merging all my to-do items into one ever-growing Bucket List.
And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
