Procrastination, Swishy style
So the other day I was like, I have soooooo much to do! Life is passing me by! I have to get moving! Be a woman of action! Get this massive, not-so-flattering albatross off my neck and finally get it all done! I was motivated. I was fired up. And I went to my favorite coffee shop to do it.
You know where this story is going, right? This is the part where I tell you I worked, worked, worked until the fingerprints on all my little fingers, even the pinkies and thumbs, wore off. Or ... the part where I tell you I got absolutely nothing done and instead took pictures of random strangers through the window. OK, let's go with that one.
First up. These boys came in to get coffee, and then they went outside and sat in the back of the one boy's truck for FOREVER. I was trying to guess what they were talking about. Relationships? Favorite music? American Idol vs. Project Runway? Elliptical vs. treadmill? Snickers vs. Milky Way? Regular vs. decaf? I couldn't decide, but I knew it had to be MUCH more interesting than what I was doing.
Then, a few minutes later, I see ... Slash! From Guns 'N' Roses!
I know, I couldn't believe it either. Especially since Axl Rose was nowhere to be found. Plus the obvious lack of a guitar in his hand ... but wait! There's a guitar shop two doors down from the coffee shop! He must have dropped it off to be fixed! See? It IS him!
I would like to say it got more productive and exciting from there, and I'm proud to say that it did. If you call eating two chocolate chip cookies productive. And the fact that they had just come out of the oven exciting. Which I do.