Shrek took his Fiona to the Viru bog

As brainless people do, we skipped the days with +12 /+15°C 

and went to the nature, when it was -1°C. Idiots.

At least bogs are always badass:

A bit icy tho, the flowers in our garden probably died that day:

"Wipppiiii!":

I left my suncream at home:

Endel, yo:

My Mister's birthday

Every year it gets tougher and tougher to get him a present, just a kiss is not enough anymore.

This year we celebrated that he still has no facial hair, but at least he got a cool board game.

It's so cool that it takes 6hours to play. (cannot wait to play! seriously!)

The brekkie:

I took a day off, but he had some emergency recording to do.

It gave me just enough time to turn my ugly into pretty.

It was such a special day that I took my Miistas out for a walk.

Our 16th birthday we were probably eating fast noodles and drinking vodka. 

Now we have reached a certain age, when food gets higher importance than alcohol. 

My two favourite days annually are his and, of course, my birthday

Happy!: 

Miista makes the world go round:

Two days later we found out that the Weston's on the table is only 4.6%.

I was disappointed.

Sam laughed at my fail.

Ott called 1188 and asked "Wtf?":

90% of koorekiht:

It's basically his sixth birthday together with me...

not even funny anymore, but we're cute tho:

The last ones standing.

My safety guards:

He is so fucking charming that girls cannot resist his jokes and his beauty!

I love him so so so so much!

Flower power

I'm sick at home, but at least I looked banging last week:

Yesterday was International Women's day.

Vag and flower power!

My emotions right now:

Long time no see - weekend

In year 2012 I moved to Stockholm and met a lot of 

amazingly crazy people there. 

The main loco-poco-sugar-loops ones 

lived at Lidingö student housing. 

Blast from past - the fist blog post about Lidingö.

Few weeks ago one of my dearest neighbour and Lidingö family member (oh, the dinners) wrote me that he is coming to Estonia. !!! I cannot describe how excited I became, mainly because I hadn't seen my Italiano for two years and secondly, no one ever (like never ever) comes to Tallinn.

We became quite nostalgic, because, well

"the Times we had" (also looks like I'm giving him the finger...):

So jelly that Daniele is back in Stockholm now,

 although this time, easy breezy Erasmus is replaced with hard knock master's degree. 

He has new friends now, with whom he can listen "Nobody gonna cross it":

My Tallinn. 

If there would be night busses and gay marriages, 

it would be the best place in the world.

That afro and that smile gave so much positive feelings.

I'm literally still glowing!

Now I want to fly to Germany, Austria and basically all around the Europe 

to catch up with my Lidingö people. (Nigga, nigga, nigga, please):

Or they all are so very welcome here.

Come to the East side, we have Lenin!:

Talking about long time no see.

On Sunday Ella knocked on my door without any warning.

I cried a little. I freaked out a little.

We almost made a mix tape, but not quite yet.

Love her to bits:

I'm so emotional right now, 

BUT I HAVE THE GREATEST FRIENDS!

Bros before hoes. Hoes before bros.

Fred came back from Austria and we agreed on a new tradition - we'll do this 'taking break' from each other next year again. Fred needs some 'Bros before hoes' and I have to visit my hoes, who are scattered around the world.

Skiing and snowboarding are not my cup of tea,

yet this view is bitchin':

I guess they are talking about girls, cars and beer:

A little cigarette break, before they go-go:

Bros before hoes:

Meanwhile back home I was taking pictures with mah biatch, yo:

Also I went to see Carlovich and his course mates.

Bravo!:

I love trains and planes:

Valentine's day

Back in Tallinn, but our Misters got lost somewhere in Europe.

No cookie for us on Valentine's day.

Great females think alike - 

first let's watch Eurovision and then...emm...get ready to go out on a town:

We are straight forward and give out clear message

 "The clock is ticking."

Luckily we found the Gentleman of Highest Quality, 

thus the cold night got heated up:

We left clocks and gentlemen behind a continued with our anthropology thesis,

"Searching primitive love in the Jungle": 

Did not find love there,

so we tried the next chapter "Does sniffing hair on the dance floor give you pleasure?":

Got home 5AM, drunk in love.

Happy that my Mister was coming back from Austria the day after. 

(50 shades of shitty bathroom mirror):

groove is in my heart:

Jessie Ware

During my trip to Copenhagen we went to see Jessie Ware at Vega. 

Alex's friends asked me if I was her fan and I understood that, damn, yes I  am.

And you know what? I honestly can say the most hipster sentence of all time: "I knew her before she was cool." LATFH.

Year 2011 my friends and I went to Boiler Room Valentine takeover near Elephant and Castle. 

There she was, singing with Sampha:

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I have a very embarrassing coverage about it on my blog. Small shitty pictures for the win.

The blast from past -  www.wilmacircus.com/piinlikboilerroom

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So glad I found out that she existed and I still have the vinyl from the last picture.

Heart shaped, awww, how very female of me.

Next time in 2013 I knowingly went to her concert. 

Jessie had come out from the closet and finally released her first LP Devotion.

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The concert was in Berns Röda Rummet (Stockholm),

as seen on the picture it is a proper place for a diva like Jessie:

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Another blast from past, bigger yet still shitty pictures.

www.wilmacircus.com/jessieatberns

Now year 2015 she's still my guilty pleasure. 

Copenhagen at Vega:

Oestrogen, wippiii: