*blue balls not included.
I am officially obsessed with this part of the city. Stalker proud. Snapping dirty photos of you when you’re not looking. Cheese! *click*
An unrealized high school dream of living on the east coast — who put that “must go to broadcasting school in Boston” thought in my head all those years ago? Well, this neighborhood makes me feels much like I’m there. But, replace those pesky midday homework deadlines with a morning-full of responsible doctor appointments.
Take the long walk home and enjoy that deep whiff of season, Pittsburgh.
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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.
