*blue balls not included.
Perfect timing when I started feeling sorry for myself because Cinci didn’t call to verify plans for the weekend, apparently for something I did (not) do, Philly Steak calls. He has exciting news to share and he calls me. It’s a wonderful place to be. I remember how easy and natural it is with him — and yet how far he is.
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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.
