i saw an awesome movie tonight, city of god. it's pretty violent, but it's still a good flick. unless you speak portuguese though, be ready to read a lot of subtitles. plus, we snuck baja fresh into the theater...good movie and good food. there's this one character named benny...looks like a younger, druggy-er lenny kravitz.

does anyone else have as much trouble keeping track of their chap-stick as i do? i don't know if there's a little gremlin or something that comes and steals it. or does it really just evaporate into thin air? or, like jimmy buffet says, maybe it's my own damn fault.

brian is leaving our office to go off to the school of engineering. he's the guy i go to to talk about the simpsons and sports when the estrogen in our office overwhelms me. it's just one less guy in an office dominated by females. don't get me wrong, girls are great to work with. they keep the conversation going most of the time, they keep everything pretty clean, and...hey, they're girls. but every now and again i need some guy-talk to get me through the day. guess i'll just have to sports-talk somewhere else now.