What is this, Jewel's Pieces Of Me? Yeah, I'm aware that you're saying 'Feed Me' while in truth you're such a coward you can't even control your woman's pursestrings or ask her anything as a matter of fact. And IN PLAIN SIGHT too. You know that makes you a total pussy right? You can't even ask her for permission to use her card to pay us back because while you were pretending this entire time to be alive you mixed up my 'I can't live in a world where I can't keep it real' by pretending you know me. And as of late (and since I know you'll need proof of a pulse it's 3/8/23) I've been wondering if you deserve my stories (because I can't front and that makes my luxury niche perfume brand better, and yeah you heard that right but you'll find any excuse in the book to pretend like you don't, and WE KNOW IT).

All my memories are scent-based, and I remember the morning walks I took with my grandmother every morning to the market where no one breakfast and no one day was the same, as we bought what we needed for the day at the morning market and the night market in Taipei is something indescribable - the electricity of feeling alive with so many culinary delights to choose from stays. 

The fragrance I'd wear if I could go back in time and appreciate those walks with her more is INQUEST, and I wish she was here to enjoy it with me. She always waited at the bus stop for me in elementary school, and she always tried to be the peacekeeper between my Father & I when I was a teenager. Confession: I was so bad that I got kicked out of public school in 9th grade for doing acid in school, and my Zen Buddhist parents had to send me to an all-girls Catholic School. 

And then all the fun my product designer cousin and I had as kids throwing ice at ugly people from the penthouse in Taiwan my aunt lived in was the best. I'd wear & layer all the scents from our INCENSED AT IT ALL Collection. And the most uncool thing? We have to see you pretend to be one of us tomorrow. And because you - one time - and I know exactly who you are, right clicked on me, whom I love, and tried to pretend like you could control me of all people.  Let me tell you something about me: I don't forget that kind of shit. Another thing: I don't believe in karma. If you wish something bad on your worst enemy it's bound to happen, and me having to placate you even once is something I regret, and there is no mind like water for This, but what I do know is that History won't get this right. And that's why I will always remember you for your inaction. Confess & You'll Get More. I don't believe in heaven or hell, but always talked openly with my friends about how predetermination is the ultimate form of judgement, and openly telling the world that starting my own fragrance line publicly if the day ever came that I knew it was time for a change...well, everyone should do what they say out loud and mean it. 

XOXO Annie.

PS. The fragrance I wore while writing this is MEREDIC. They call me provocative and so be it. I own it, what do you stand for?