Rodimiro

Well, it may be about time for me to update my blog. Not because so much has happened in my life that I need to update, but because the masses are screaming for more literary genius. Hah. . . yeah. Actually, the only person ever checking my blog is my best friend. I'm sure my Grandma Allen would check as well if she has ready access to a computer. My Dad may check as well. . .to see if I'm not getting myself into any trouble. Don't worry Dad my trouble only goes as far as parking tickets. But then again, I doubt he's even checking this too.

So, I guess it's nice to know that I know every one that reads my blog. I feel safe. I feel like I can divulge anything in my corner of the world wide web. And yet I still hesitate to use names and direct experiences in blog entries because I don't want to overstep any one's privacy. So I will tell you a few random thoughts I had between 8 am and 10 am today.

1. Rodimiro is a great name for a novel. I work with plenty of plenty information and come across many ingenious names that I would never have the creativity to come up with on my own. Now I just need the literary genius and technique to write the novel along with the name.

2. While listening to some of the great love songs I thought that it would really suck to break up with someone and be so heartbroken that I couldn't enjoy such vocal sweetness. Why would anyone ever want to fall in love and risk so much ;)?

2a. I should write a love novel with Rodimiro as the Hero. Grrrrr.

3. Time flies while I'm at work, which is good and bad. It's good that I'm so involved with my work that I don't concentrate on the time, but then it's bad because this job doesn't necessarily fit into my goals . . . an in some ways is a HUGE waste of my time. Then again, it's not.

4. The office finale was disturbing. Although it was hilarious that the temp opened up a word document for Vincent to blog his thoughts. Maybe my thoughts are sane enough for the Internet too.

5. I really don't have that many thoughts.

6. I think the blog ends when the extent of my thoughts have ended.