That's all I have to say to Erin from DF company that keeps calling me and making me DO MY JOB.
I'm procrastinating as fast as I can here, folks.
How can I really be expected to work when Olivia Newton and John Travolta are screeching "you're the one that I want" from the work radio permanently set to ez-rock?
Makes me want to wear a leather jacket and clog shoes under which I can put out my cig...oh, and get a perm, and go to the fun-house.
