*blue balls not included.
Who wants some Whiskey-flavored kisses this Valentine’s Day?
You should know that I first wrote that as “whiskey dick kisses” without irony.
You know where my head’s at, AT ALL TIMES.
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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.
