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T1 versus Karmine Corp has me so nervous I'm stress-cooking enough snacks for a whole stadium, and the jersey is the only thing I put on for the occasion. Who are you backing?

Quarterfinals today and I'm making breakfast before first ban — clothes lost that argument before the coffee finished brewing. Pull up a chair?

SiM is at Irving Plaza tonight and my nu-metal heart short-circuited the second I found out. The drawer situation has gotten completely out of hand — talk me through which boots survive the night?

She Wants Revenge at Webster Hall tonight and the little black dress is still on its hanger while the fishnets already lost their fight. Eyeliner's halfway done and I'm in absolutely no rush. Talk me into getting dressed — or not?

Halloween costume fitting went completely off the rails this morning — turns out the horns and boots were the only parts that mattered. Tell me honestly, can I walk into Cypress Hill like this?

Halloween's tomorrow and my costume this year is body paint and zero shame. Halfway through the skeleton and I'm already questioning everything — come help me finish?

Twenty-nine hit two days ago and I'm still celebrating the proper way: last slice of cake, Swiss stage on the monitor, and my actual birthday suit. Come claim the last bite before I do.

Round four day and T1 is playing for a knockout spot, so my body decided sleep was optional. Coffee first, clothes maybe never. Tell me you're watching KOI versus T1 with me?

Swiss round one is finally here and my body refuses to sleep through the wait, so I'm in bed rewatching old finals instead. The jersey came off somewhere around game three. Keep me company until first ban?

Cradle of Filth at Warsaw calls for the heaviest eyeliner of the year and I'm doing one eye at a time like a professional. My brothers have no idea what's brewing behind this bathroom door. Guess which eye I already messed up?