Playoff basketball sucks

Its hard to watch playoff basketball when your favorite team mailed it in a few games early. The annoying teams are left, too. I'm sick of the Lakers, Sixers, Kings and Nets....that's half the teams left. My dark horse pick are the Mav's but they're struggling to get off the blocks against the Kings. Then again, I don't really give a fuck who wins...anybody but the Lakers.

Its funny that between the hours of nine and five, I've been quite busy as of late. Considering that the future is in doubt, I have two theories as to why this is. 1) They're railroading me into the next phase of the company game. They could be filling my docket to the point that I'll need to be around when the dust settles; or 2) They're using the hell out of me while I'm still there. Why not? Work me like crazy and get as much done because no one will be around to do the same tasks when its all said and done. I'm not sure which theory is true. Something tells me that it could be a little bit of both.

I saw a Burberry handbag on the bus today and started laughing. It has become an inside joke among friends of mine, but now that I think about it...I have no idea where this started and why its so funny...but it is. Actually, I think the legendary lines are from a Lil Flip song...

"My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash
I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash
I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags
With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint"

Such a funny thing...walking down Michigan Ave. one day, Steve said: "Why does everybody have the same damn scarf?!"...well, I guess it's the burberry.

Thunderstorms from here would look awesome if it weren't so damn foggy.

Don't forget Mother's Day.

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