Ants In My GD Pants.

I'm supposed to be working. Today is Thursday and it is 1:20 in the PM. I have at least 12.8 hours worth of work-related activities to complete. Problem is, none of them seem that urgent. Oh, but they are. Problem is, I just don't care. I have ants in my pants. I can't sit still. Nay. I don't want to sit still. I would much prefer to browse concert listings for the summer concert series at Red Butte Gardens and plot ways to get tickets to the SOLD OUT WILLIE NELSON SHOW. My life-long dream. Sold out. Wah.

Thirty minutes ago, I walked out to my car, started it, and drove approximately 3 blocks before realizing that I didn't have anything to do and that going to Cold Stone out of boredom would be foolish and a waste of my hard-earned cash. So I turned around. And came back to the office where I walked upstairs and went back to browsing randomness on the interwebs. Well, I could at least blog, I thought to myself. But as you can see, this blog has clearly not brought any motivation or order to my existence. I'm all over the place.

Oh, but I did want to mention one funny thing I observed today. During my sojourn into no place at all, I spied a girl sitting on the trunk of her car in the parking lot of my office. Several points of background information are pertinent in order for you to fully appreciate this little foray of randomness.

1. There is no one else in said parking lot. No one. Except me. And two stray cats that I try to catch every day so they can come to live in O'NeilVille. They always run away. Bastard cats.

2. While it's a lovely warm temperature outside, the wind is HOWLING. And I mean howling around in a hurricane-esque fashion.

So anyway. What did I behold but this WEIRD-O girl sitting on the trunk of her car PLAYING HER GUITAR AND SINGING HER HEART OUT. TO NO ONE AT ALL EXCEPT HANK AND FRANK THE FERRAL CATS. AND EVEN MORE COMICAL, HER HAIR IS FLYING AROUND IN A MOST ALARMING FASHION. Her long hair looks somewhat like the ties on Cinderella's dress when the little birds are fluttering around with them as they finish whipping her dress into shape. I MEAN. IT IS HILARIOUS. I drove past her once, trying in vain to take her photo with my phone. Sadly, it didn't turn out. I worked up the nerve to drive past again, but she had just adjourned her little sing-song. I was devastated. I so wanted a visual for this blog.