mission impossible

so i took of work yesterday with the purpose of spending my morning queueing at the bloody russian embassy. the experience was predicatable: long lines with corrupt officials. agh, mother russia...and soon i will be back...so i guess i have to reprepare myself for the inevitable, but that doesnt make it anymore fun.
afterwards i was so annoyed by the whole thing that i simply had to go to harrods for another pair of shoes. i realise i have been on a bit of a harrods shoe binge lately, but .....but.....ok i wont try to justify: i have been on a shoe binge lately because i like shoes
later i met justin and went on yet another binge, this one of a culinary nature. we went to a supurb japanese place near oxford street and blew a hefty amount of quid gorging ourselves....the food was just so good we had to keep ordering...and the sake went down so easily that we had to keep ordering that as well, and then justin convinced me to try some japanese mixed drinks for girls that taste like fruit but contain god knows how much sake in them...it has been a while since i have enjoyed a meal quite so much. the night was still young as we left the restaurant so we headed tipsily up to angel for a film.
for some reason beyond my comprehension, justin got it in his brain that we should see mission impossible III. what a bad film. the plot was as trite as they come, and tom cruise's acting was...well it is not really worth describing. justin had thought that pumping with alcohol first was the only was to get me to sit through such a spectacul, but even tipsy i barely managed....this seems to be a pattern in my life: every may a series of stupid films come out, and every may i end up going with some boy to watch them, even though i know how stupid they will be. last may, laurent got me tipsy in order to get me to go watch brice de nice with him....oh what another bad film....