*blue balls not included.
Did I tell you last week that during a wRECk practice bout that I had an 18-3 jam (or likewise obnoxiously awesome difference in score) without even being lead jammer?
No? But seriously. It was awesome because the OTHER jammer was, ahem, so “jammed” up by the line that she didn’t realize she was lead to call off the bout. Therefore, for two glorious minutes I was able to lap my opponents with a couple of grand slams I might add. It’s not something that happens all the time, of course, but it was one of my more Yay-Me! moments.
Carry on.
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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.
