I would describe myself as a socially open penguin, instead of an awkward one, therefore people and talking and more talking is totally me. Answering phone calls and accepting gifts is something I enjoy oh-so-very-very-much. Favourite day of the year = birthday!
Egoism keeps me going since 1991.
I got a day off from work, which usually means my snoring nose against his ear until it is an ungodly hour. However on my birthday the Mister ran away before I even understood that it was daytime (mandatory video) and woke me up with chocolates that said "Olen paras pähkel" (You're nuts):
My life is sponsored by & Other Stories. Simples. Pure joy and love.
+ I got a bitchin' teakettle. Everything related to tea, I must has:
The tits got some decorations + & Other Stories dress I wore later that day.
My Mister is the best. He smells good. He looks good. He cooks good.
Brekkie on the balcony:
I wanted to pimp my looks, but did not have time for a boobjob and was too wuss for a tattoo.
Instead I made a soft core makeover at the hairdresser's. YES IT IS DIFFERENT, BUY GLASSES.
#thickhairproblems
Last year (2014) on my birthday at Merivälja:
This year, the same place, 10°C difference.
Not sure if ice age or old people just feel as they are freezing all the time?
I was pretty happy.
Especially considering those funny Facebook messages from my grandmothers:
Then we went to Tops to meet up my koorekiht.
(koorekiht = a person who you know well and who you like a lot, but who is usually not a member of your family)
Here Pärna explains his dream, which made him bring lilies for me:
When I visited Berlin I fell in love with lemonade Fritz. (Try, it is mmmmmmm *drools a little*!) Thankfully it also arrived to Tallinn, however it is 3€ more expensive than in Berlin...so I buy one bottle a week or two at parties. Rest of the time I mix it with Mõmmi lemonade.
Yet boys gave me the whole box of it for my birthday!!!!
LOOK AT MY REACTION:
Last year my friends gave me money for driving school and I still do not have any licence.
Now they want to know where did their investment go?
I have a serious pressure here, I will not be a disappointment
SOON!:
Fuck wrinkles, I smile as much as I want:
Free hugs and drugs:
All my female friends live abroad,
a.k.a. = sausage party!:
I ordered only few snacks, but three pitchers full of kurgijook (gin + Sprite + mineral water + cucumber).
Balanced and identical intoxication for the win:
After school lessons were over, Karl arrived.
I didn't want to let go. (note the cucumber party on the table)
I cannot describe how special these two gentlemen are
and how happy they make me feel:
When I blew out the candles from my birthday cake, I wished for that once in my lifetime all my best friends would be at my birthday party not fapping in Paris/London/Liverpool/Stockholm.
But at least I'm never alone:
Karl just did his first movie. I have seen it, he has not. I explained. I described.
He asked. We analysed the subject: "Estonian film industry - full crap or artsy fart?"
Better late than never!
Ester's boyfriend has a birthday on the same day as I do, therefore they had some family matters before coming over. But they did come over. Warm hugs!:
Usually I'm dull, but sometimes I nail the joke:
My humble gratitude towards everyone who called, messaged me or remembered me any other way. Special thanks go to my grandmothers, who does not bother to call me anymore. At least their Facebook messages are the best there is with more witty 'grandma burn' than should be allowed. My Mister should have his own throne and have a rap-album "Watch the throne", since he is the king of everything. My friends, who came over to Tops. My friends, who didn't come to Tops. My friends, who forgot (well, well). Ladies, who sent me a video of them singing Smilers in London. Kisses to awesome theatre ladies Evelin Võigemast, Külli Teetamm and Harriet Toompere for being born the same day as me. Hõissa!
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