Trying out tumblr; I’ve had an account for several months now just sitting there unused and now I feel like giving it a whirl. Not sure if it’ll be permanent. I’ll likely post my journal entries in both places, but my photos/music/etc. will stay in tumblr. This is an experiment; we’ll see.

If you are interested in following what wakes me up at four in the morning, add this to your bookmarks or blogroll or whatever you want:

http://veronicaleigh.tumblr.com

Tumblr has very lovely themes.

That’s all. I’ll still be writing here, I think. Talk to you soon! I love you; bye!

Issac Newton is on my mind a lot today.

Also, I like how the perfect series of songs come on when you really need to hear them.

I have to tell you, you, and you something one day soon. Or you can just read about it so I never have to say it. Ask for the key.

Cryptic. If I knew Morse Code I’d type some right here, most definitely.

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Ok, I know I said I was on a dating hiatus for a little while, but after seeing this…

Be still, my heart.

Ok guys, I’m gonna get real sentimental here.

This was a gorgeous Sunday. Unexpected communion wine, creepy waiters, Tyra Banks hijinks, good stories, great laughs, feeling pretty for the first time in a long time, and realizing what beautiful, talented, intelligent friends I have.

I don’t know what I would do had I not had these (as Lindsey calls us) “Breakfast Club” meetings on the weekends.

As I said before, my life is full of love in many facets. I’m grateful.

Here are a few photos from the day, featuring me, Lindsey, John, and Rachel. Please support Rachel Halsey’s gorgeous photography. More of her portfolio here and here.

I can’t go back to sleep. This is becoming a problem.

My nose feels like it should be bleeding* but isn’t.

*Sidenote: I have never had a nosebleed.

This song:

“Actor Out of Work”–St. Vincent

You’re a supplement, you’re a salve
You’re a bandage, pull it off
I can quit you, cut it out
You’re a patient, iron lung

You’re a cast signed broken arm
You’re an actor out of work
You’re a liar, and that’s the truth
You’re an extra, lost in the scene

You’re a boxer in the ring
With brass knuckles underneath
You’re the curses through my teeth
You’re the laughter, you’re the obscene

You’re a supplement, you’re a salve
You’re a bandage, pull it off
I think I love you, I think I’m mad

You’re a cast signed broken arm
You’re an actor out of work
I think I love you, I think I’m mad

You’re a boxer in the ring
With brass knuckles underneath
I think I love you, I think I’m mad

***VERY UNIMPORTANT EDIT: I would like her shoes…and her curls.

Let’s skip work and have a picnic in the park and go for a walk.

Let’s get in the car and go someplace unplanned.

I miss these days.

I hate ranting about something like this, because it is really petty and I know everyone means well.

But seriously, deal with your own messy love lives and get out of mine (or lack thereof).

Why is it that a single girl can’t remain exactly that? I am not cynical or bitter about love, nor am I lonely. My life is filled with love in many facets. It is just not the kind of long walks, flowers, and sweet nothings, or fights about looking at members of the opposite sex the wrong way and what movie is best to rent.

What’s with everyone trying to set me up? I am not in the market for even a casual relationship. What is so hard to understand about a girl wanting to be on her own for a little while? This statement does not mean I don’t want to make new friends. I am not opposed to that. I am (currently) just opposed to any outing with romantic pretenses.

If one more person shoves me into some awkward social situation, I really will scream. Loud. And then the poor person I am introduced to will not even want to be my friend, let alone a date, because they will think I am a sociopath.

I think I can live with that.

LET’S GO!

MrFoxMuscle

I’d also like to see Where the Wild Things Are. I mean, who doesn’t? It was only pretty much every kid’s favorite book growing up.

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