Bonafide Hustler.

...has nothing to do with this blog. just listening to lil wayne.

anyway about five days ago, on the last day of uni (college), i sliced open my foot on a broken bottle. there was a coon fight going on and my gorgeous friend was happily running into it (in a drunkenly messy fashion) so i ran to stop her; and va-voom. this:



grotty eh? {nice large picture to take it all in!}



so
training: on hold.
me: grumpy
friend: ditched me at the ambo



SHOT.

Bain Of My Existence.

I am in L0V€

with Reese!

...Reese's Peanutbutter cups. That is.

They are the bain of my existence.

Thankfully the first time I competed I hadn't even heard of them let alone tasted them.
But now... now they sell them at my local butchers.
BUTCHERS!
I can buy my chicken and at the same time get my daily equivlent worth of calories for $8 in Reese's ?!

This is not good.
Not good at all.

The Cynosure Of All Eyes.

im⋅mi⋅nent / [im-uh-nuhnt]
- adjective
1. likely to occur at any moment; impending
2. projecting or leaning forward; overhanging.

cy⋅no⋅sure / [sahy-nuh-shoor, sin-uh-]
- noun
1. something that strongly attracts attention by its brilliance, interest, etc.
2. something serving for guidance or direction.

Imminent Cynosure = Impending Brilliance

about me:

• i am known as small
• i hope to be ms olympia
• i am a chronic eat-a-holic

That is all. Xo