*blue balls not included.
In the last few weeks I've received multiple letters and emails in reference to my impending graduation. I'm a few courses shy of leaving for good in May, and I probably won't hit commencement ceremonies for another couple semesters.
Apparently CSU did not get its own memo.
But they tell me I'm graduating with honors — magna cum laude, bitches.
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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.
