Life has been mad crazy.
I’ve been tired all the time because of all the traveling with work and going to fights. WAHHHH MY LIFE IS SO HARD. But seriously... I have no idea what timezone I’m stuck in these days and it is slightly becoming a problem.
BUT WHATEVER HONESTLY BECAUSE THE GRIND NEVER ENDS.
I just got back from the UK for work and to see the boo which is fun. Then I get home and have a few days to get it together before I have to make the next run out. It’s all chill to say the least until you feel your legs are getting any blood flowing through it and you could possibly pull a muscle at any point in time.
I suppose this is what I get for not having a drink for almost a month either. Being in England has taught me that drinking is just very easy to do so I need to fucking chill for two seconds.
I really don’t know what the real purpose of this post is but I guess I can’t stop talking to myself out loud and typing.
TRUE STORY.
One positive is that I will be heading to Singapore in three days to experience everything that ONE Championship has to offer. It is back in Asia and I will keep it real, I don’t miss those 17+ hour flights. I’m up for the challenge though because I’ve also been looking up places to check out while I’m there and it’s fucking amazingggggg.
My friends keep telling me to watch that show Crazy Rich Asians because that’s basically what it is.
LOL.
I’m down.
Like ohhhh nbd just walking along with the Gardens by the Bay!!
JUST SAAAAAAYIN...
I’m looking to get as lit as possible so as soon as I close my eyes the next second they’re open all of a sudden I just Jedi mind tricked my ass to Asia. The last flight I was on going to England with IcelandicAir was fucking terrible for these reasons:
1. YOU HAD TO PAY FOR SNACKS. YES. THE PEANUTS TOO BITCH.
2. There was no free alcohol which I’ve learned is naturally including in your international flight ticket (technically) where no more money would come out of your pocket kinda free.
*MY INNER SELF IN THAT MOMENT*
3. The layover in Iceland might sound cute but in reality, it's not and my ass was delayed TOO AND FROM.
4. The beer never comes in real pint glasses...
MOVING ON...
This time food and beer shall be included. Even though I personally told myself I won’t be drinking again until I go to Amsterdam in June am giving myself a free pass for these six days.
There is something different and poetic about drinking beer in the airport. If you haven’t at least met a friend EACH layover.. you are doing something wrong.
I’ve been trying to not suffocate myself slowly with new Netflix shows but that isn’t going too well. It is that extreme moment of content where you and your bed just become one.
Where the memory foam becomes no more BUT a fucking memory because your indent is so engraved that is just who you are now?
YA.
IT'S ME.
I hope you enjoyed this usually blog post.
However, I will say that the fights happening this weekend for UFC 237 between Rose Namajunas and Jéssica Andrade has been going fucking crazy. I need that fight sooooo so bad.
I have a feeling Rose is going get her hand raised but SHIBBYYYYY it ain’t gonna be easy.
*takes another hit from the bong*
Realistically speaking though, I’m a pretty functional weed smoker; I can still do daily tasks if needed.
Back to the fighting...
The only way I can see “Thug Rose” winning is if she played the perfect game plan and keeps Andrade at a distance. She is pretty quick on her feet and has an answer for everything being as well-rounded like the Champion is.
As for Andrade, everyone knows her to have to craziest power behind those hands because she will knock you out. It never looks like Andrade is scared or bothered by anything.
Namajunas proved her striking and TKO power when she won against Joanna Jedrzejczyk at UFC 223. It is going to be very interested to see who is going to charge at who first.
And at the end of this, we either have a successful strawweight Champion who has already defended her belt and proved her worth OR we get a new long-awaited Champion of someone that’s been just a hair short of golden victory.
I can’t fucking wait.
*TAKES ANOTHER HIT*
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