every time i wear an australian label people ask 'where did you get this from?' and i'm left to confirm the worst. 'you're not gonna dress like this shopping at zara, sweet cake', my internal monologue will say while i ask myself why in the world i would even internally use 'sweet cake'. i mean i don't even know this person but i guess i don't know what a 'sweet cake' is either so perhaps the moniker makes sense. i will then realise they are staring at me waiting for a response and i ponder how long i can stay silent for before they wave their right hand in front of my face asking with what they think is witty sarcasm 'hello?' when it's patience and not my response that's lacking. if they're old fashioned (or old) they might add 'earth to aimee, earth to aimee' in which i will recount the 'earth to brent' monologue from zoolander before doing a dance to WHAM! taking up even more of everyone's time. by now they want to punch me in the face so i tell them to peruse through the following labels as they are what sustains me:
my favourite days of the week are also thursday and sunday, coincidently or not.