"Everyone Is A Ferrari Fan."

May 8, 2025

Thanks to the Motrin cocktail required to sleep through my cramps last night, yesterday feels like a hazy blur.

I sent the link for my new (private) Substack to four friends. Each was excited to see me writing again, but will they read it? Time will tell. Either way, putting work into the world felt good.

Caught a lecture about the origins of my local art museum last night. As I'm prone to do, I had a friendly chat with a stranger at the bar while I waited for the lecture to begin. Coincidentally, she works in an industry adjacent to my own. We had a few common acquaintances. We also shared deep pride in our city as a cultural hub (Top 10 art museum, Top 8 orchestra, second (or third) largest theater district in the nation — put some respect on our name) and perfect food city. #ClevelandRocks.

The lecture was interesting and informative. A perfectly fine way to spend an evening. By the time I got home, PMS fatigue had your girl down bad. I ended the night with repeat watchings of Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc doing a logistics-themed escape challenge and if I thought they couldn't get hotter, I was wrong. Fine ass race car drivers doing math and problem-solving...

Good lord.

My boss is back from out of town today, ending my emotional reprieve (last week was a week — I needed space). I'm soaking up the silence until he arrives.

Until next time.

Note to self: need this on vinyl

Mars is back in my 1H.

I can't stay inside.

Branzino x asparagus x turmeric basmati rice

The path forward is power—not through proximity, but through possession. Not by begging men to be better captors, but by becoming better architects. Women have to start designing their lives with intention, rejecting every dependency that leaves them voiceless, and refusing to perform weakness just to feel safe. Because safety bought through submission is a scam. It’s a temporary peace built on the condition that you never grow.

From: What's the holdup on getting rid of patriarchy? | ensainte

(Finally. A young lady who writes like she goes outside.)

"Do me a favor and check your mailbox."