Restocked the whole kitchen after fight weekend and somehow came home with more fruit than one woman needs. Come taste-test for me, love.
Restocked the whole kitchen after fight weekend and somehow came home with more fruit than one woman needs. Come taste-test for me, love.
Van and Pantoja run it back for the flyweight title Saturday in LA and I'm already too hyped to sleep in. Who you got — champ or challenger, love?
Fight weekend's gone and Monday's got me back under the bar — nothing glamorous, just iron and sweat and trying to feel human again. Keep me going, love?
Silva got that third-round submission and every single person at that bar who gave me grief owes me a drink — still wearing the jersey because I refuse to let this win go. Bet you wish you'd been on my side, love.
Main card's starting and I'm the only one at this bar who picked Silva — got a whole crowd of Delgado fans giving me looks and I'm loving every second of it. Back me up, love?
Fight eve's got me so wired I can't keep my hands to myself — tomorrow night's going to be absolute chaos and my body's already reacting like it's ringside. Come settle me down, love.
Noche UFC is Saturday and I've been parked at this coffee shop for an hour going back and forth on Silva versus Delgado instead of getting anything done. Who's your pick, love?
Took the dog out before the city woke up and now I don't want to go back inside. This quiet does something to me. Come walk with us, love.
Swam until my arms gave out and now I can't bring myself to leave the pool deck. The water's still dripping off me and I don't even care. Come pull me out of here, love.
Back from Paris and my body clock's completely wrecked — dropped everything at the door and now I can't keep my hands off myself. Come help me reset, love.