the thing is, i was really just bored. i had a livejournal where i followed a blog that people would post the endings of books, songs, paragraphs. whatever…just endings. i loved the blog because i used to get really great books from it.
so, yeah, a year ago today someone posted a line from a book, i googled it and it linked me to professionalwidow.
and that’s kinda how it started.
i posted a silly picture of myself when my hair was still short, sitting in my bed, making my face. i asked jamie if it would be “ok” if i could follow her because i didn’t know if i should get her permission first.
a few months in, matt jordan thought i was cute enough to post on his blog and i kinda blew up. a ton of you started following me because of him, i’m sure. i’m not saying i hated this, because, really…that was a good time. however, i worried that the people who started following me would think i had no substance, that all i could do was post pictures of myself, making faces…
i just wanted to make sure that you didn’t think all i wanted to do was have you tell me i’m pretty. i wanted to make you part of my life.
and i try to do that with all that i post.
the thing is, i’m really grateful for this pain in the ass site. it has helped to keep me in touch with my emily, helped to bring me closer to my brothers girlfriend, and given me the most amazing person to talk to, to know, to love… matty.
oh, and ariel…because i love her and she’s totally cute.
i’ve had an online journal since i was sixteen. i’ve been blogging before that was even a word. this is not something i’m not used to. but, i gotta say, there is something very different about tumblr and that difference is you…all of you reading this…and to call myself apart of that is kinda wonderful.
so, i want to say thank you. thanks for reading, and caring and all that you do when you see my little icon pop up on your dash. thanks for sticking around.
thanks for being here.
i hope you have a wonderful sunday.
:)
I don’t know if it’s just me, but I get really annoyed if I saw someone wrote on their profile’s Favourite music section; “Nothing that you listen to” or “Things that are not on your playlist” or “Very different/eclectic taste from you”. I feel like giving them a good smack in the head.
Leave him. Leave her. Leave expectations. Leave your job if you hate getting up in the morning for it. Leave those who take advantage of you. Leave those who never say “Thank you”. Leave things that don’t make you happy. Leave people who makes you sad. Leave places that robs you of your smile. Just leave. Leave. Leave. Live.
I am overjoyed to have heard of your jubilant return to employment. Although, does this mean we won’t be hearing wedding bells anytime soon? jk
Much love!
-M
Maddie! You’ve gone awol on Fb, where have you been to? Thank you so much miss, I’m super excited to be returning to a 9-6 job and enduring traffic jams everyday =p
Wedding bells? God willing it will be sometime next year. Me and the future husband are now finding the courage to tell our families about our little plan. Terrifying, tsk >_<Fb is such a time suck, I’ll be back when life’s done being a crazy whirlwind. Good luck with everything. I KNOW HOW THE TERROR FEELS lol right there with ya sweetie but it’s altogether exciting just the same innit. tc always you <3
Indeed it is =D
Take care love!
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Fantastic!
Why He’s Hot:
- As one of the best strikers in the English Premiership, Fernando Torres is a force to be reckoned with. Ok, that means nothing to most of you. In short: he’s a soccer player. Soccer players are trained to have stamina. Do I have to spell it out for you? (What else do you think this faceis for?) Not to mention, it means we get to see him Or not.) And damn does he look good in red. (And black!)
- Now, a close-up. That face. Oh, that face. Those oh-so-tempting lips, those incredible dark Spanish eyes (that deserve a point all their own - oh, I didn’t mention he’s Spanish? Well, there’s another hundred sex points right there), those FRECKLES (holyshitholyshit),and the shaggy, endearing blond hair. Wait, his hair’s gone? OH NO-oh wait, he’s still just as fucking hot. Can I get an umph?
- That smile. That heart-attack inducing, irresistible, ADORA-FUCKING-BLE smile. Oh baby.
- GQMF alert! Looks like a sweaty soccer uniform isn’t the only thing this can rock.
- OH MY GOD. There are no words. Never was there a better time for a well-placed UMPH. Even the men can’t believe it. And then THIS. (So close!) How did he get down there? Who gives a fuck? Most likely he looked in a mirror and was just toppled over by the sheer force of his sex power. Not sex appeal. Sex POWER. Oh yes.
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Also, see this. <3