*blue balls not included.
I think I’ve surprised myself as to how long I could stay mad today.
And the surliness is beginning to strain the muscles in my forehead. So, I think I’m done now. You know, for sake of the lessened elasticity and propensity for wrinkles in my 30+ face and all, not because I am not still angry.
That is all.
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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.
