From an old old journal. someone at the farmer’s market where I worked gave me this (baby?) rattler tail and I made this umm scotch tape print (lol?) of a dead moth I found. I was working through some things symbolically about my life
May 9, 2024
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the lines(/dots) mark the end of my descender space!!! not my bottom line!! (i researched handwriting terminology terms 4 this post) i feel like it’s more readable…….. plus it makes me write super small, which is not only satisfying but paper efficient :))))
this is the only photo of my handwriting i hav on hand so ur getting a peek @ not 1 but 2 journals
May 10, 2024
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yeah i’m not sure what i wrote right there either but i sure had fun with my loopy bastardization of cursive. good luck future me (or any diary thieves)
Jan 30, 2025
top pic is a haiku I wrote to my snake Pierrot for Valentine’s Day one year, trying my best to write as legible as possible. bottom two are sticky notes I wrote at work which are a more accurate representation of my real, raw , and uninhibited handwriting.
first says: 1 yr hx of occ. cough coughs on tracheal palpation
second says: dx rec w/ oral mass met check as pre op for anesthesia
May 9, 2024
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ✅💅
Feb 27, 2025
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I’ve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapid—a critique often rooted in misogyny—but now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretation—preconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your image—selfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that there’s another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. It’s refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, I’ve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentional—something that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. I’ve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? It’s a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024