*blue balls not included.
AB mumbled something while he was falling asleep. When I questioned him to clarify his usual alien language, he stammered (in clear English), “Just publish it.”
I think that means I have permission. While I didn’t formally ask him a question, I had one in my head.
Stay tuned.
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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.
