*blue balls not included.
OK, sucky day over.
…and I got nothing.
Oooh-oooh! I got SOMETHING: How awesome is it being an adult and enjoying the luxurious luncheon option of french vanilla-spiked coffee and glazed honey buns. Anyone? Anyone? Oh yeah, that’s awesome. You know it, but won’t admit to your spike in sugar content because of all that "eat better" bullshit clause in your resolution list.
Momma woulda never…
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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.
