Maybe it was something in the strawberry shortcakes… (And I did not inhale the gasses from the Redi-Whip).
*blue balls not included.
Tonight, I had a fantastic first date with someone I actually liked at the end of the night.
Maybe it was something in the strawberry shortcakes… (And I did not inhale the gasses from the Redi-Whip).
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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.
