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:

Thursday, January 5, 2012

[Takes up a 1 SEK coin]" Could you make this to 800? "

Obemärkt hade vi bara några dagar kvar i Sverige. Det tillbringade vi i Djurö och i Stockholm förstås. Nu är jag tillbaks i Estland - skit, vill jag säga. / I like turtles. 


Sverige = de gulligaste husen. I motsatts till de fula estniska boxhusen / English? Nop, Chuck Testa:


Egentligen äter jag inte mycket godis, men i Sverige är det obligatoriskt. / I haz a bucket:


Vi åkte lite runt, men inte så fast and furious. / Bla bla bla fast and furious:



Vi handlade lite. Himlagott, ser du / Ceiling cat is watching you masturbate: 



En gång till åkte vi till min Hipster's paradise / Why not Zoidberg?:



Vilja ska skaffa barn, gifta sig och aldrig återkomma till Estland / Vilja loves cookies:


Jävla himla skit spännande Tunnelbana! Fan ta dig, London Underground. /  Kisses to London:



Med tanke på Kaur går vi alltid till en musikaffär. Det är faktiskt himla häftigt. / Strings to pull and knobs to turn: 


I stället för vanliga ställen gick vi till Tekniska museet.  / Bitches love science:



Det är Stockholm med Kungliga slottet och Viking Line / Bla bla Stockholm bla bla:



Det är riktigt svenskt att gilla ABBA. / How cool is this walkman?!: 



Vi ses/ Bitches like TV:



Vi hörs /  Hello! Yes, this is dog:


Det är svårt att bära sig allt från Topshop. / 


Kaur provade hur det känns att flyga sig själv. / He doesn't want to live on this planet anymore:



Det fanns spegelrummet i museet / Yo dawg, I heard u like mirrors, so we put a mirror in yo mirror so you can watch yoself from a mirror while mirrored:


Kaur i bakgrund / Nice horsie:


En riktig knull / The ultimate screw:


Trocadero / Coke:


Det fanns ingen snö ute :( / Nordic win:



"Lick your buckle."
"Put it on your mouse"
"Boiiinggg 737-800"
"Completed attention" 
"Smoking is prohibited in the pubic area"
"Welcome to...(10 second hesitation with an awkward pause)...Da..Dalin"
=
Dear flight attendant, buy an atlas and a dictionary:

Med hälsningar 

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year's Eve / Nyårsafton

Great news - I remember the New Year's Eve! I'm so excited, because every year I've been oh-so drunk, for me it's still 2006. 
So HAPPY 2007 to everybody!



Our evening started with dressing up.
New dress for New Year's Eve - CHECK:



HAWT!:



I was all pimped up and I had a beautiful boy in my arms:



On a bus to Stockholm:



It was like minus 10 degrees outside, which made our bodies numb. Luckily we found a cosy restaurant to sit down. 




We were together with Vilja and Kalle: 



Kalle was too shy on the last picture:



The reflection betrays my clumsy hands:



First time I'll give you an overview what I ate. I apologise, but it is worth of sharing:



This is reindeer meat, poor Rudolf :(




Again trying to squeeze my boobs together:




First time ever I had more food than I had drinks on New Year's Eve. 
wow-wow-wii-wow:



Don't judge me. It's nice to touch him when he is around (but sadly he is rarely around):



This creme brulee was definitely more delicious than Amelie had:



Ice-cream with baked apples:




Give her creme brulee, bitches love creme brulee:



And then came 00:00! 
The fireworks was a-m-a-z-i-n-g, I made like hundreds of pictures:



I've had relationships and boytoys before, but I've never had a New Year's kiss before - maybe I have, but I don't remember. This time the shit got serious:



So it came. I came. They came. The 2012 (read 2007) came: