*blue balls not included.
How fucking serious am I when I’m blogging? Or, in the middle of still writing my vacation blogging posts — getting in every minute that I can. What’s that? You’re out of work, Mel & you have all the time in the world to be writing right now. Not quite.
BTW, learning Mac shortcuts for use in lame-ass iSight is awesome. Look at me, I can take pictures of video from my web camera! Which, by the way, was totally worth putting extra memory into this MacBook — multiple applications run awesome.
Anyway, that’s me before hitting a party on Saturday night in our awesome brick-walled, many-windowed loft downtown. And our seriously-lacking vinyl collection in the background.
And YES I’m wearing a cropped silver velvet jacket and multiple key necklaces.
What I like most about this grainy-as-all-get-out pic (that lightened quite-crappily in Preview) is you can see my forehead scar. I got that when I was around 7 or 8 (13 stitches total — 7 on the muscle, I believe). I don’t notice it too often — you know, having lived with it my entire life, and that make-up typically covers it. But in this bright overhead lighting in our kitchen/make-shift dining room, you can still see it. Cool.
Hey, Mr., Ms. — DOCTOR. Anonymous! Why not introduce yourself on your blog today? Let me know if you do, and I’ll link back and add it to this post or you can leave said link in the comments below.
Cheers!
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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.
