I sometimes wonder if I'm too ADD to be a writer. Today I have successfully dodged all productivity and instead have watched two Paul Walker movies, apparently someone over there at USA has a massive Paul Walker crush and decided to make Sunday "Paul Walker Marathon Day", cause poor thing can't act worth a lick, speaking of which I would LOVE to lick him. So, congrats on a successful career Paul for being so incredibly lick worthy.
I have Googled Ben and Jerry's and all of their new flavors (Stephen Colbert's Americone Dream and Raspberry Chocolate Chunk in the "light" version), and have had enough restraint to not run down the stairs and go sample each of them, simply because then I'd have to run SIX FLIGHTS back upstairs to enjoy it, and exercising is not in my "do nothing at all" plan.
I have had a Leona Lewis, Bleeding Love "dance break." That's right, you've all seen them...the "dance break" is commonly used in romantic comedy's, I'm pretty sure Cameron Diaz popularized the "dance break" however, I was wearing pants. Since, my dance break wasn't going to be seen by millions I didn't need to get in my skivvies to rake in the numbers, I just needed to shake it off. I also like to do-a-lil-jig anytime I start to zone out listening to depressing Alanis Morisette songs (shut up, she's still cool) and watching the History Channel.
Instead of being productive I have read from cover to cover every. single. magazine. in my apartment, which is a SHITLOAD of magazines since both of my roommates work in fashion, and I write, while aspiring to look "fashionable."
Part of the reason I've wanted to be a complete black hole of procrastination is due to the fact that my brain has been functioning on high-speed in the Red Zone for a solid week. I haven't slept and haven't plucked my eyebrows, or taken care of "my needs" and apparently while meeting people, exchanging business cards, emailing and attempting looking as if I am "on it" the thought of Ben and Jerry's and "movie day" has etched it's way into my subconscious. So while I prepare to work on a Sunday, which I did on Friday and Saturday night, my body has said "Eff you, work. Take a backseat. See you Monday, bitch."
And with that, I bring you a slideshow....
FINISH THIS SENTENCE.....
"Instead of doing_________ I procrastinate by doing _______"