At the crack of dawn

There is this show I like called the Office. It's a thoroughly amusing British show about the work place and the nightmare boss - David Brent. It's been out for a long time now but I haven't seen the whole second season yet. Manny and I watched the first season yesterday and as funny as it is I just couldn't start the second season. The show is so cringeworthy it hurts to watch. There are moments where it gets so bad you just want it to stop but then it makes you laugh again and it's sort of ok. Manny has seen the whole thing so I can rely on him to force me to watch the screen when something important needs to be seen. Otherwise my head remains buried in the couch cushions. Some Americans saw the Office and I guess they liked it because they did what Americans always do, they found something good and they had to fucking ruin it. The American version isn't funny or original and it doesn't have any of the elements that made the original watchable. The characters are either pale imitations or just completely wrong. From what I've heard it sounds like even Americans didn't like it.

Manny and I went into the city today with Mr Obscurity and Femme Brulee. We pretty much shopped all afternoon. It would've been better if the shops weren't all so far away from each other. No one got any boots because Raben's (the shoe store everyone seems to think is good) actually sucks massive balls. They have a huge selection of ugly shoes and nothing I'd actually consider wearing. Hopefully I can check out the Doc shop when I'm in Britain (does that even still exist? The doc shop I mean, not britain...) I did however get a kickass pair of army pants that I like a lot. Unfortunately, like every other pair of pants I own, they're too big for me. I'm not sure why I'm incapable of buying pants that fit, but it's super frustrating since I don't like wearing belts either.