*blue balls not included.
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} 
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} 
I’ll take crazy over sane any day, if it means I can give cuddles to this female cutie:
At least I’m not a LONELY cat lady.
It would be a serendipitous trip to East End Brewing Co. to have our growlers filled after Rudy’s vet appointment. Upon recognizing the Animal Rescue League, I made a quick turn-around to go inside to “just see.” Any animal lover knows how those trips... 
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.
