T-Lo and sky is high

Most of my housemates are leaving next week, including my Mister. Interesting times ahead, I hope.      I feel that I should follow the pattern and leave this country for a little, therefore I am planning a little trip to Liverpool in February. It is about time, as of I have stayed in one place since August. Impatience is my virtue. 

As we are listening reggae and smoking a joint right now, then high as a kite is in order: 

More down to earth at a museum:

I guess he was dying at the History museum, but this is how love works:

LOTR props:

Museum that looks like a night club:

Boxes, yes, enjoy these boxes:

"MOAR, MOAR!" he said, when he saw all these vinyls:

Hello, this is chair:

My favourite pieces from the zoo:

My sister from another mister T-Lo came to visit. From Helsinki with love:

Only Weekday we trust, hipsters cannot have it any other way:

Stockholm did not exist that day:

One little happy mama:

They went crazy with colours:

He has been around for one month now, quite nice:

2012 going on 2013

Days have passed and hangovers have been cured, it is time to recap the New Years Eve. Lack of money and thereof made us stay home, but we did not let that ruin our fun. We dressed up, had a lovely dinner, did lead-pouring to find out next year's luck, went to the city to see fireworks and danced our feet off. Most importantly, we watched "Dinner for one" - could have we been even more classy? I think not.

How to trick people that you are good-looking:

The scary thing is that I have spent a lot of my New Year's Eve's in Stockholm, I guess I like to live it dangerously and love testing new things. What you gonna do, this is Stockhome:

Dinner with neighbours and I look like "Not sure if...or...":

 Acting way too Eastern European here, which means having only strong emotions towards alcohol:

Love it how my Mister is trying to push my stomach in.

Too much, too high

you eat, you die:

My German neighbour took with him traditional šnaps and yes, I am still wearing my Positivus wristband, sue me:

Did you know that Nike also produces glasses - TIL = today I learned:

Lead-pouring as it should be. Most of us got some weird sperm-alikes, but our fortune notes did not tell anything about that. Luckily I am getting a new car this year, thank God for that:

The hardest part is to find out what the hell it is. Telling future is hard. I don't believe in astrology or anything, but before I make new friends I ask their sign, just in case:

Sweetie pies:

On our way to Slussen to see the fireworks and celebrating Estonian New Year:

Sadly I have become fond of this vicious nerd:

Crowded much?:

I like big bangs and I cannot lie:

Best group-picture ever, nobody can complain about their ugly faces:

Just look at the picture, you can feel that it was a pure bliss:

While abroad and saying that someone looks like August Hunt is just confusing people:

Missed my high-heels, socks will do:

Each one of us has the same faces in our passport:

Trunk in the funk - Kärss leos:

Walrus and mysterious guy, who really likes pancakes:

I guess 2013 started quite well for him:

Sven is just trying to clear his eyes, because he can't believe that two girls are taking a dump on the dancefloor:

Here we love each-other and we are really close:

Kisses are meant to be shared:

Strong gratitude towards Aske Stick, who actually has an eye for taking pictures, not like the rest of us.

Happy New Year. Head uut aastat. Gott nytt år.

Another Marie Laveau - we are so predictable

Before introducing 2013, I should start with days after Christmas, which were really nice, but then I felt like needing some madness in my life. My prayers got answered, as almost all my neighbours came back home. Also Mademoiselle Sepp was visiting Stockholm, therefore there was no chance of staying home.   

Playing that hello-I-look-like-a-6-year-old card:

Next minute I fell on my back:

Two of my favourite guys:

It is painful for us to be that sexy. Don't hate, appreciate:

I approve my favourite sandwich:

M.L.:

Grind up on that, he likes it:

I look like a little hobbit dancing with the tallest man on Earth:

overly attatched friend:

'Ladies, if you love your man, show him you're the fliest', like my boo Beyonce says:

The math master even has some strength in his hands:

He likes ladies more if they don't speak:

Sepa sepad:

Lean mean hugmachine: