Met Her At A Bar | Los Angeles, CA
Tag: confessions of a bruncholic
potatoes off the purp
can you keep a secret?
found the bottom at blue daisy
going for gold
Brunch should be considered a sport. Some people do it for fun, some people get paid for it. Some people possess the natural skills necessary to brunch like a champ. Others fall short and can’t seem to get the hang of it. I nominate myself to represent America (or whoever will take me) to compete in the 2020 Olympics as a professional bruncher.
Unlike some, I wasn’t a natural bruncher. Over time my passion helped me overcome my many obstacles and I was able to gain the skills needed to succeed.
My journey wasn’t a pretty one. There was a lot of blood, sweat, tears and throw up. I never gave up though. Constantly pushing myself to the limit, testing my body’s ability.
One important piece of advice that helped me prevail was “its a marathon, not a sprint”. I still chug them, don’t get me wrong. Just more spaced out 🙂
xx – confessions of a bruncholic
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