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so this is me.
and this is my blog.
as it turns out, i don't wrie
here much anymore.
myspace and facebook took over.
im so lame.
fetishes
what you like
addictions: chicken schnitzel, sudoku + nerd stuff
zomg:
love:
wishlist
and i want: optimus prime.
and: justin timberlake.
and maybe: less lameness
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Sweatshop exploitation is modern globalised capitalism stripped bare: Part 2
It's been a week and two days since my birthday, and i still don't feel 17. Should I?
In Amy's card it said that there is one good thing about turning 17, and that the age gap between me and ben lee is less weird. But on the other hand, there is one more year between me and a certain someone. He is 15 or something, which sucks, when i asked how old he was he said almost 16, so maybe it is still the same. I don't know.
So i've had my dream shoes for a week and two days. I have come to the conclusion that one foot is bigger than the other. I have known this for a while, but i just remembered when i first put them both on together. (In the shop, i just tried on the left shoe, which is my small side) - So i can't wear my dream shoes for long periods of time until i have worn them in a bit. Which better happen soon becuase i love my shoes.
Megan, the corporate slave, got exactly the same pair except that they were made by poor little 8 year olds who will have deformed hands by the time they are 10, and they will be blind by 14. They also get paid crap-all, and may even die of starvation in the next few months. And megan, my friend the corporate slave, is encouraging all this by buying the shoes.
And whats more, now we have to ask each other what shoes we are wearing before we go out together - in fear of wearing the same shoes!!! what is the world coming to?
I made french toast this morning. It sucked becuase there were bugs in the sugar so i had to use maple syrup.

- Em xoxo