I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, history, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I split myself between two places (Stockholm-Tallinn), my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better:

Monday, December 7, 2009

Veto - You are a Knife Goooooooooooood it's good




coming up! me + Stockholm + Delphic = sounds like fun (maybe some lykke li toooo)

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Block!


Hello space,
here am I.
I got some fact to face:
I haven't written a long time.

Hello space,
here am I.
I got an another fact to face:
University applies, 15.january!, OH MY!

Hello space,
here am I, oh wait where am I?
I really don't care, I got hundred "Full house" episodes to face.

Friday, October 30, 2009

I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous

I

wow, I'm now in a band.
Wanna be my biggest fan?

Groupies and orgies here I come!
Oh, it's going to be so much fun.


www.myspace.com/abiturient (in your dreams)

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

gonna fight those ninjas


Need not to look like a bandit
so
need perfectly super white teeth
need heels that make me tall
need boobs that aren't that small
need less food so I'd be fit
need less talk, cos I talk shit
need a flat that's not that far
or
need one unpronounceable car.

actually no I don't
it's all a joke,
cos I'm oh so broke.

Friday, October 23, 2009

short

It's friday and I don't have a drinking problem. I drink, I get drunk, I fall down. No problem!

Monday, October 19, 2009

danger


again and again
I listen to Amy Winehouse
more and more
I act like her, making a chaos
drop by drop
I fill my magical drinking cup
zip by zip
I rise and walk until I drop
that's that
"I'm going back to black"

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


I hate that my home is known best
for one shipwreck,
not as famous as Titanic,
But still quite tragic.
My home is not a sinking boat.
We ´have our problems but we'll cope.
Don't ask me please.
"Your home, where it is?"
So I will give you a little tour
not real adventure, but a little drive-through.
My people have self-absorbed and taciturn manners,
but they are excellent party planners.
They are used to with extremes
like temperature minus 25 degrees.
My home is flat,
the highest peak is that old man's hat.
But life is like elsewhere in Europe.
Oh, you got me there, we got no Topshop.
To drive one end to the other it takes one day,
the booze is cheap, hooray, hooray!
We got a president, but no king.
We're called the singing nation, cos we like to sing.
Sometimes we get together at song festivals,
where we can meet all our million pals.
They say our language is the most beautiful one in the world,
I don't know about that, we also use some nasty words.
My home is small, but language differs a bit,
Those who live in the south, I don't understand them a shite.
Nowadays everybody's skiing
no me, cos I don't like the feeling.
Every family has a cottage in the country.
Come and visit us, everybody has free entry
When I see my home town's silhouette
my heart starts to melt.
Don't get me wrong, we got some assholes and jerks
but ,hey, that's how life works.
At my home there doesn't fly fairies and elves.
Those who don't believe , has to come to see themselves.