Just a Second

Kidney infection, flat tire, and poor self-esteem. It aint that bad. But how can you take all your clothes off in front of a crowd, sit at a bar ass-naked and still feel like nobody wants to do you or thinks you're cool? Easy.

Fuck all ya'll. I'm sick of worrying bout you.

How do I feel about it... little slimey and out of character. Not very "sweet annika" but a departure from that name may be good. The beauty of life is that you can reinvent yourself with every diappointment, heart-failure, and sideswipe. And you can always reinvent yourself back. Well almost always.

I want to invent more of myself I know is there. That self that's got that swagg, and can lean on it. And the catchphrase is "honey badger don't give a shit."