Isamaa, the Estonian word for “fatherland”. I am deeply rooted in my Estonian heritage and it is a huge part of who I am. We are a small, but proud nation. Don’t you dare call us Russian. Educate yourself about Estonia and then come back & ask me some questions. Here is how you say Happy Birthday: Situ ruttu, karu tuleb!* Say it to the next person you see. (::chuckles mischievously::)
Bailey's-flavored Mudslide, and Mint Oreo?!? Ohhhhhh
I think it is important to isolate from time to time, to get in touch with personal needs, tap into creativity, and unplug from technology. I have to be careful to stay social, because in the winter the balance between isolation/sociability tips heavily towards the reclusive. I force myself to get out into the world; otherwise I would just hole up in an igloo and eat seal blubber for 4 months. Which is probably tasty; have you ever tried it?
Ice Cream is quite possibly the most perfect food in the universe, together with lasagna. In small doses, ice cream cures all ills. Meet the twins:
I struggle with misplaced & violent feelings of ire; these are directed at people who have, in one way or another, disappointed me. Which is … just about everyone. I recognize that the anger I feel is completely inappropriate, and that I probably need therapy, but I don’t fuckin’ wanna! Usually, it is because someone failed to love me enough, or failed to see that I am fucking fabu, or decided I wasn't worth their time. I will go to great lengths to tell said person off (in written form, usually ending with a line such as “ … and clean up your life, it's a fucking train wreck.” Or “... I regret that I wasted four months of my life trying to find the good in you.” Oh yes. I am so proud!). Other tactics include completely erasing that person from every aspect of my history so that it seems as though they never existed, or possibly just evading contact if forced into a situation where our paths might cross. If confronted with said behavior, I will just lie and act like I don’t know what you’re talking about, so don’t even try. Yay! Mental illness is such a hoot!
Iceland is one of the places I actually want to visit. Ditto Ireland. I loved Italy. I plan to visit all countries that start with "I," except the sandy ones. And the ones with tsunamis.
I studied two instruments a child, piano and guitar. I always envied those kids I saw on TV who really LOVED playing the piano so much that they had to be dragged away from it. I was never that way, though I liked playing. I love singing more than anything; luckily, I also have talent in that area so I’m OK with not being a virtuoso on the keys or the strings.
My life would be a lot easier if I weren’t intelligent. Sometimes I wish I were blissfully retarded. Only, with normal-looking features so that I could get a little slap & tickle from time to time. Also, I seek intelligence in my male companions. I melt when a potential suitor uses its and it's properly, or can find Asia on a map. When someone whips out their slide rule I hike up my skirt and bend over. (Not really mom! Are you reading this? Heh heh … just kidding dad … I never did that) (pssst, come see me after, OK?)
I am inspired by so many things. By great writers like King, Irving, Kingsolver, Hag, and Fritz. By the music of Mozart and Beethoven and Bach …. But also by the littlest things, like a mother’s support or a child’s laugh, or a spring breeze. I wish I could absorb everything and let it live in me.
I do not care one iota about Tom Cruise or about what the hell Paris Hilton is doing, ever.
I have been told that I can be fairly intense. No, really? I’m a Scorpio, dammit!
Inhale --- no, I never did. That’s a lie! Of course I did. Not too often though, and luckily I just became a drunk instead of a pothead. Not really, mom! Hehe. I do love the smell of pipe smoke though, and I think I might be slightly obsessed with smells in general. Not a jar of coffee gets opened without instantly inviting my nose deep into it, ditto towels from the dryer or the rugged-smelling armpit of the construction worker on the train. I just want to absorb everything and let it live in me. Did I already say that?
Inertia is really good sometimes. When in motion, stay in motion. But when still, stay still for a while. See things.
Indigo Girls ... they are dykes, right? I’m cool with that.
My Immune System is going apeshit on my nerves, supposedly, according to all the tests. Yet I have no symptoms. I hope I never do. I'm OK hangin' out in the gray area.
This was such great fun! If you would like to play, tell me so in your comments and I will assign you a letter. If you don’t like your letter, just change it yourself, I don’t give a shit. But do tell me you played so I can see! It took me long enough to finally do this, but it felt good; I’ll wait for yours as long as it takes.
*"Hurry up and shit, a bear is coming!"