Swedish Eskimo

How would I describe myself? With a limerick with dark humor, of course.

There once was a young damsel
Who spent her days popping Advil
But only to enhance
She would take a chance
With dreams very substantial

And many would say this maiden young
Was a wicked slip of the tongue
She burned too bright
And lived with delight
Just hoping not to catch black lung

As the Swedish Eskimo she is known
Her mind is quite the combat zone
She walks quite a lot
And more often than not
She would rather dance in a cyclone