*blue balls not included.
If your head is still stuffed up a turkey carcass, you may have missed that SEMI-nude photos of Grady Sizemore have made way to the Internets by means of cell phone pics “allegedly” emailed to his Playboy gal pal. An email account which was hacked “allegedly” by some stalker. Or a Canadian gossip Web site. My head is spinning of the conflicted accounts.
And to Gay Socialites.com. Yay. (Sexy pictures NSFW… you know, if you don’t work in an office like mine). There is certainly nothing conflicting about viewing that piece of man meat. I mean, if you find sweatpants sexy, that is.
I mean, my boyfriend would need to hide his penis behind a chest of drawers, let alone a tea cup. But that’s neither here nor there. This is not a Penis Tuesday post because, well, there is no penis.
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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.
