Ruminating...

i'll sit here for hours now to carefully craft the opening sentence in my very first blog (that only took about 30 seconds but it's obviously a clever ruse to disspate the weight of the first sentence and push ahead to the 2nd without complete meltdown - actually I've just edited all of the preceding text without anything to show for it so I'm now on about 5 minutes... I need to get the hang of this. I need an MO). Anyway...
hmmm...
er...
what do they call those three full stop things anyway?
I guess a brief 'mission statement' (well, I am at work so what do you expect) is in order.
Maybe I should work on the title. Perhaps ILVLVR is a little too meaningless - not as if there are differing degrees of meaningless... (those pesky full stops again)
Lets say that I should approach this in the vein of a dairy - 3rd person styly and all that. Okay.
The subject of the blog is going to be something along the lines of 'eat with me' - life of lvr in a series of mealtimes. Yeah...
So... first entry: (why has the hypen replaced the colon, anyway?) I'm at work. In an office. That makes me an office worker, I know. Although I do like the air of ambiguity that surrounds that.
I've just finished lunch (a fair while ago now, to be exact): a pizza. Fresh take out from an italian type caf / restaurant around the corner. Probably a good 12"" (too early for cheap innuendos at the moment). It's a good pizza: good dough, thin (punctuation fans, turn away now); cheesy to a point; nice tomatoe base - evenly applied, and, to top it all off, a choice of 4 toppings for a lunch time special price of just four enlgish pounds. Now, obviously, this is not the first time such a slice of lipo-carb delight has passed between my lips. Residing at my said office for the best part of, what, a year(?), all luncheon options have been explored thoroughly with this specific item featuring prominently in my 'foods for moods' - filed under 's' for slag or shit I would wager, along with McDees double cheeseburgers and the occasional kebab (although the kebabs around here aren't really done properly). Not that I eat from this doggy bag that often - let's just make that clear. And it's the new year so I'm trying to shed a few pound. But, to skate over it, someone (sat next to me) is leaving the office today so it's a bit of a treat (shit food is always a treat and vice versa). So this is the exception. It will take more than one pizza to break the camels back - although it is more my midriff I am worried about and not my back.
Right, that's enough for my first entry. I do have work to do and all that.
I think a cup of tea would top finish things off nicely...