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in my bedroom?

very majestic

I made a lamp shade like that from old doilies.

It has been eight long years since my last mission in Paris. It was such a long time ago and the mission failed anyway so I feel it is okay to talk about it now. at least vaguely. I was there with a dude while secretly lusting after his buxom sister and her artsy boyfriend. the camera got stolen halfway through while

I traveled through so many countries in the past couple of days I don't even remember which cell's sub agenda I'm supposed to be following anymore. In Belgium it was 'send your hot soldier bf (dressed in camo) off with a kiss in the train station' yesterday apparently (it was so adorable I almost cried). It's pride

the food safety classes that come back to me now! The poisons, the bacteria! The TB from raw milk! *shudder*

YAY! GO YOU! WOOHOO! PARTAYY!

EU. I think..

The Sandwich's Coven

As a child I used to go swimming there a lot with my family.

I was gonna be named Kärt (a pretty common Estonian name) but wasn't because friends of my parents named their baby girl Kärt a couple of months before my birth. Now I'm named another even more common Estonian name. meh, whatev. less umlauts the better I suppose.

Just recently I had some beet juice myself. and after a little while became a tad alarmed in the loo. but then I remembered the beet juice.

red velvet cake isn't A Thing in these parts. if I concentrate I might remember what makes red velvet cake red velvet cake and then I will promptly forget again. maybe it's actually available hereabouts but under a different name. so what I'm saying is that I personally will not be much disturbed by your story if you

I glanced upon this cake and thought 'yum, cake!.. I'm gonna hate cake forever after this installment, aren't I?'

I found the concept tasty-ish and intriguing.. until the word double-dipped *shudder* that's a sex thing, right? I don't even want to look it up. I mean, I'm all for whatever freaky things. but not with a sugary dessert at the same time. I'm not investigating further because I'm scared of getting a yeast infection.

nomnomnompigearsnomnom

I am pretty fond of my cookware tho.. but not that way. so I should henceforth identify as bisexual panromantic.