*blue balls not included.
Sometimes saying the wrong thing is better than saying nothing at all.
(Certainly making me laugh is better than me feeling ignored).
And sometimes the action of a small hug means something bigger than you can ever imagine.
I tolerated the thought process for this post while en route to the woman's restroom (and scratched notes with my nail on a sheet of toilet paper), while enduring a day-long fit of flaming rage and un-ending anger.
So, while I may think a lot in the toilet, maybe that's why everything goes to shit.
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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.
