If you work with me and are reading this, you are odd.

I hope people who read my blog understand that I consider this my journal and personal information will be shared. Whatever appears here is written for myself and no one else; in 20 years from now, I will have a record of my life and that's why I'm doing it.

That's not to say that I don't enjoy others reading and commenting on the things I write. In fact, I think it's kind of exciting and it's nice when I get complimented on what I have to say.

But it's weird sometimes, especially with people at my work reading it.

I don't know why people at my work started reading it; I don't know how they got the address. It was probably me giving it to someone and that person telling another person. All I know is that many people at my work know about the intimate details of my life.

There are some details that I wish my co-workers did not know. Last Friday, a co-worker that will remain nameless primarily because he might read about himself here, said to me in a fatherly tone, "I saw what you wrote on your blog! It was bad!" As I walked away, I knew exactly the post he was talking about--the kind of post I did not want this rabidly-right-wing-nut-job reading! Those kind of people should not click on links that lead you to descriptions of gay sex!

Plus, my blog is not that interesting because it's my journal! I can understand people's fascination with topical blogs like WaiterRant, but mine?? I'm not even funny enough to be interesting!

Anyway, some of the ladies on my row at work read my blog entry comparing vagina's to grilled cheese sandwiches. They berated me for not knowing what I was talking about. I admit, I have never "experienced" a vagina, but my point is that I do not want to! They are smelly and bloody! Imagine a 30 minute conversation about "grilled cheese sandwiches" at work!

Besides, I'm more of a hot dog man.