*blue balls not included.
New Year's Eve with my T-cupp at the W Hotel
Mel - on top of Ol' Smokey. Or Camelback Mountain. Whichever.
I'd rather poke my eyes out than spend one more minute with you! Of course, not you, Matt! 
People tell me I look really happy since my break up last week!
And then I realized that in my profile photo, I’m still blonde.
I need to find that t-shirt and start posing…
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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.
