The whole city is already buzzing about the race at Interlagos this weekend and I still haven't picked a grandstand. Come help me decide — and keep my coffee warm while you're at it?
The whole city is already buzzing about the race at Interlagos this weekend and I still haven't picked a grandstand. Come help me decide — and keep my coffee warm while you're at it?
Sepultura's farewell show goes on sale this week and I refuse to miss the last chance to scream my throat raw with the whole city. Three decades of metal history is worth losing sleep over. Tell me I'm getting floor seats?
The weekend finally caught up with me — oversized shirt, true crime podcast, and Dino hogging half the couch. Come take the other side?
M.I.A. is already on stage across town and I'm still here exactly like this — some nights are worth being late for. Come make me even later?
Solomun is playing Villa-Lobos right now and I've been dancing since the first track — this dress gave up on behaving somewhere around the third one. Come find me near the front?
Día de Muertos at Memorial da América Latina starts tomorrow and I've been painting sugar skulls on my own face since midnight — one eye done, one still bare, and I think the asymmetry looks better than finishing would. Tell me which side you like more?
Found a rooftop Halloween party on Paulista with a costume contest and now sleep is completely off the table — the cat look is getting a full trial run. Tell me I'm winning this thing?
Halloween weekend is creeping up and my costume is still more idea than outfit — the cat ears won, the rest is up for debate. Come help me decide what stays on?
BTS is tomorrow and my body already refuses to sleep — coffee first, clothes never. Come keep me company in my kitchen?
CIÇA plays Casa Natura Musical tonight and I've been getting ready since the sun went down — this dress won the closet war and barely covers the argument. Walk me there and keep me close in the crowd?