Text sent: Just thinking bout you 
Text received: nothing
“Status, still happy?” you ask? Yes. Because instead of the normal bedtime manner of texting banter back-and-forth, we spent 40 minutes actually talking. Who cares if half of it was about American Idol… there were also plans to put in place for next weekend. (Yeah!)
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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.
