I said this first in 2021. But everyone called me crazy and told me to shut up 🤷🏽‍♀️

mentally here

Blue light blocking glasses, masked up, noise reducing headphones, doggy best friend, and my emotional support pizza. And no, I DO [not] have pepper spray in my strawberry pouch! Promise!

My prediction is: tech is going to force us to make friends and have romantic relationships with AI. That way we can work more hours for less pay. Having real human connection will be a signifier of true wealth/freedom. By time gen alpha reaches college years, that is where we’ll be. #AI #prediction

Ok so we say that parents should use parental controls. But in the age of today’s technology, children have access to the internet beyond their parents control. When do we start holding companies liable for what they’re doing to children?

I’m even more curious to know others opinions on how ethical AI boyfriend’s are. Who’s really using these AI dating chatbots? And who is at fault if minors access them and it distorts their reality to point beyond repair? #AI

I’m curious to know the bot to human ratio on this platform.

CamDam says scram! to the pair of French angelfish passing a little too close to the algae farm #Frenchangelfish #angelfish #camdam #damselfish #scram #shoo #getoutoftown #coral #coralhead #coralcitycamera #miami #portmiami #miamibeach #biscaynebay #coralcity

For dinner, I’m going to make a crab salad. I guess I am really craving salad.

you ever take the long way home just so u could listen to more songs

It’s an absolutely beautiful day here in San Francisco. I’m completely blown away. Only a chicken salad could make this moment better.

I want to write less of love. And I think I have. I feel when a poem comes to me now, it’s about those in between moments. Those moments we tend to forget. You know what I mean? The seconds right before or right after the real bad/good/life-altering thing happened.

I’m going to attempt to do less scrolling, if any. And use this place as a public drawing board. I want to write. I must share something. Even if I’m not sharing everything immediately. That will make sense to some later.

I’m a poet who has spent my life living by the mantra “a woman must have money and a room of one’s own if she is to write…” ya know, that Virginia Woolf quote. I think I’m paraphrasing. Nonetheless, those words live strongly in my mind and life choices.

In 2025, we’re being ourselves. Happily. Proudly.

If you’re new here, I like to write stream if consciousness to the void. I’ve gained teeny bits of traction here and there. But I tend to end up feeling terribly exposed and run off into reclusion again.

This is an interesting interface. I’ve been craving something new and fresh like this.