I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but 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. Header: Mandel Photography

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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

22th of May. The day of Circus.

Fuck wrinkles and saggy tits, I will forever and ever embrace birthdays. 
To avoid being too hoggish, I honestly adore everyone's 'When-my-mama-pushed-me-out' day. 
Every year I have a blast on the 22th of May.
  Last year I was in Gröna Lund with Ott and had a amazing party together with Charlie. I will never forget my massive 20th birthday party together with Reggie. Hell, I even had fun when I was in a hospital one year, drugs helped a lot. 

This year on my birthday Fred was at home, so it was rather special. 
Previous year Skype kisses were kind a dull. 
This time we had a day off from work, very hot weather and a new car to carry us around. BLISS!
First things first in the morning I received a card-box full of flowers to plant.
So I put on my comfortable clothes, which make me look like a rapper, and I started digging in the soil.
My flowerbed is pimping, yo. 

A little stop at the Merivälja groyne 
to capture my appearance for the years to come.

Fred wanted to go all fancy and take me to a restaurant, which did not feel right.
I refused, since I am so committed to China Red take-away.
Breakfast at the garden is better than anything else:

Five birthdays now I have received Fred's kisses. 
Not bad, not bad at all:

I do prefer pot flowers to cut flowers, 
but these pink roses made me go like this:

Another successful 365 day trip around the Sun finished: 

One of the best gifts was that I received a new job position on the previous day.
My twenty three year old me has some exciting events ahead.

Fred was very secretive about the next steps.
We drove out from Tallinn in the directions of Russia...weiiirrrddd.
Although I did not have much time to worry as I was too busy of watching fields being in bloom, bugs committing suicide on our front window and waving at every cow I saw:

In rooster balloons we trust!

Birthday wishes from every corner of the world made me ignore gravity.
Loved how my parents congradulated me on Whatsapp and FB, but my dad saved it with phone call later on. 

Found a bit China Red under the seats,

Welcome our new To-Jo-Jo, which is in the right size to hold our bicycles.
Also Virgo pointed out it is perfect for a baby carriage.
So we could choose between Tour d'ÖÖ and Pelgulinna sünnitusmaja, yay.
Oh, the opportunities!

When we had been driving two hours 
Fred told me that we were going to a adventure park near Jõhvi.
"It's the closest to an amusement park we have in Estonia" he said.
I jumped from joy so high that we now have a cabriolet!!

Don't tell me you're still wondering on where your diet went wrong: 

The ice-cream made him even sweeter:

"Another bitch from Tallinn wants to take pictures with us." cows though.
"Hey, girl. YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US!" they said.

Finally after three hours we arrived at the Adventure park.
"Look, mom! Without hands!" and then she peed on herself:

He was totally in his own element.
If it would be his choice, then he would go to work like this every bloody day:

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck, gravity!"

Somewhere between heaven and hell:

It was so scared of the water that I forget to enjoy the view:

The next crossing went a bit smoother:

Basically the rest of the day we played Tarzan and Jane.
He chased me with a speed of fire:

No signs left from the deodorant we put on that morning:


We ended our day with a sauna at Jäneda. 
Warning! Romance overload!

My love is like a diarrhoea, I cannot keep it in: FRED YOU ARE AMZING and THANK YOU FRIENDS for sending good wishes and putting embarrassing pictures on my FB wall.  

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