*blue balls not included.
Coming back from the disaster known as Eggnog French Toast, I needed to redeem myself in the kitchen. And what better way than with mother-fucking moussaka.
Making moo-sa-KAA is no small feat — you’re guaranteed to be in the kitchen, actively cooking something for nearly 2 hours (and then another hour to wait for the fruits of your labor). I’ve made the Greek casserole only a couple times... 
I'm a whore (I know, duh!)... a PERFUME whore.
Ladies all have their shameless indulgences (mine happen to also include vintage coats and shoes). But there's something indulgent about smelling pretty that puts my girly side into overdrive. When it comes to beauty products, fragrance is a small luxury that doesn't cost much. I've acquired quite the collection over time (since a bottle can typically last me 3-5 years). Smelling like soap is boring -- and dudes like their lady friends and bits to smell nice -- but layering my scents during/after the shower doesn't work for me because perfumed body washes and gels or anything anti-bacterial hijacks my moisture and terrorizes my skin cells. And never, ever put that stuff in your vag... you'll get an infection, for serious. {open to sample the smell} 
Boyfriend: Would you be offended if I put your cheeseburger on an English muffin?
Me: Um… those are cinnamon-raisin English muffins.
Dammit. A Michael Symon Lola burger sounds SO GOOD, no?
I can’t think of a single burger that would use a cinnamon-raisin muffin as its bun though. DO YOU GOT ONE,... 
Someone on your shopping list need some extra AWESOME? {open to read more AWESOME} 
I can’t tell you how pissed I was when I picked up a container of Dean’s eggnog and read “corn syrup” on the label. I used to make homemade eggnog (and have been advised against because of the potential issues with raw eggs). But I’m sure that simply pasteurizing a product does NOT mean adding CRAP “to make it taste better.” I make my best attempt to purchase... 
SOLD OUT?!
I hope this means that one of you was SUPER, DUPER awesome & already bought a DIY Cheese Kit for me! Or is currently making me cheese from their recently-purchased DIY Cheese Kit.
See UrbanCheesecraft on etsy for more kits (currently sold out for the holidays *whomp*) and cheese-making... 
Ho-Ho-Ho!
Oh, so now it’s the last minute and essentially you’re fucked. But I’m going to share this gift guide with you anyway. So… CONGRATS! You survived long enough to not get dumped before Christmas. I mean, no man is that much of a dick he’d dump you the day before a holiday and after all the gifts are purchased, right?
RIGHT?!
Men’s gifts come in three easy... 
My first year anniversary of living in Pittsburgh was Labor Day weekend (and here we are already approaching Christmas… I need to check my drafts for lingering content more often). November also marked the EIGHTH year that I’ve been blogging (which I apparently love missing out on blog anniversaries too). EIGHT. YEARS. I won’t even attempt to talk about the changes in my life since I... 
It was just your everyday Tuesday: wake up late, chug the coffee, run to your trainer appointment (still sore from last night’s two-hour practice). Then, you scan and snicker at the headlines for your favorite Tuesday Topic… And the story “WOMEN ARRESTED FOR FATAL DICK INJECTION” jumps out at you.
I repeat: N.J. man dies from penis enhancing injection
JUST ANOTHER TUESDAY of body... 
Sure, I’ve been skating with SCDD since April… but there’s just something “official” about having the league track jacket with your skater name embroidered on it. I’m also officially a rookie now, rather than Fresh Meat.
My fellow skaters nominated me for the Grade A Fresh Meat award this year, to which I am SO proud (I was one of three amazing newbie skaters, but did... 
I chuckled at this holiday gift guide: Gifts For Someone You’re Planning to Dump (aka: What to Buy Your Soon-to-be-Ex) – {Jezebel}. Passive-aggressive never worked for anyone.
I never intentionally sought out gift ideas for people I didn’t want to be with (I suppose I should have taken my own hint when I didn’t get 10SB something for Valentine’s Day)… and most of my... 
My blog started as a "single-something" platform to write about my dating life... and its subsequent disasters. In an online world, where seemingly ALL my history (and its humors) has been captured for ALL TIME, I've treaded the line of TMI and called a lot of assholes out for being, well, assholes. Now, I can call my partner out for being one. I suppose that more recently I fall somewhere between relationship blogger and lifestyle blogger (and oftentimes, bitchy complainer), but I mostly identify with the niche of single blogging. Or I could have become a cat blogger... 
Two years ago, I posted a Mel's 12 Days of Christmas Gifts Guide for your Lady Friends that STILL gets a ton of hits this time of year.
But that was Cleveland; now, this is Pittsburgh. Shit just got real, didn't it? {open for a girly gift guide gathering of good tidings} 
A gift for me upon my arrival to Charleston… err, well, the night before I left actually. I love my friends.
If there is something I have learned in the last few years about vacationing, it’s that a) I very rarely wear heels (save for travels with a specific event planned in advance, like a wedding), and with that I can never pack enough flats; b) I will not workout/exercise; and c) I will always overpack… for ALL THE WRONG TEMPERATURES.
Meanwhile, I planned for a week of 60s and got a beautiful,... 
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.
