Fight day is finally here and I've been up since before the sun — too wired to sit still so I'm stretching it out on the living room floor. Makhachev vs. Garry tonight, who you got, love?
Fight day is finally here and I've been up since before the sun — too wired to sit still so I'm stretching it out on the living room floor. Makhachev vs. Garry tonight, who you got, love?
Making my pre-fight sushi rolls before tomorrow night — fresh salmon, tight cuts, rice still warm. There's something about the ritual that settles me down better than anything else. You eat before a big fight, love?
UFC 330 is in Philly and I'm already too hyped to sit still — been refreshing the fight card like it's gonna change. Who's your pick for the main event, love?
Fight night's got me too wired to bother with clothes — been shadowboxing barefoot since I opened my eyes. Think you can keep up with me, love?
Been rereading The Giver since before the sun came up — there's something about that book that hits different when the rest of the world is still asleep. The ending still wrecks me every single time. Tell me yours, love — I need new recommendations anyway.
My PrettyLittleThing haul came in and I swear I only meant to try things on — but the new lace felt too good against my skin to stop there. Tell me I'm not the only one who can't keep her hands to herself, love.
Found a new SAINt JHN snippet someone leaked on Instagram and now I'm sprawled on my couch with my headphones in and absolutely no self-control. Want to hear what it did to me, love?
That new SAINt JHN collab dropped two weeks ago and I'm just now finding it — been on repeat since I opened my eyes and now my hands won't behave. Want to see what the bass did to me, love?
Couldn't sleep so I came out to the kitchen for water and somehow ended up on the counter with my fingers buried deep. Want to taste what I found, love?
The heat finally broke enough for a cold shower but I can't bring myself to put anything back on. Come keep me company down here, love?