*blue balls not included.
Me (after dying my hair): Fixed it!
AB: Fixed what?
Me: my hair!
AB: what’d you do?
Me (now brunette): um… I was blonde when I went upstairs.
AB: …
AB: I’m never good at this.
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.
