i will never deny that i am a bit left of center. pretending to be normal is exhausting. i have my own special brand of crazy and it works for me...mostly. (sometimes it really works against me, but it's part of who i am. i sit and cry on the shower floor and it passes.)
the girls at work laugh their asses of at me-probably more than i even realize. like when we get m & ms. i don't eat the red ones. ever. not even if it was the last m on earth and i hadn't eaten in a week. eons ago, the red dye used to cause cancer. it's why it was taken off the market for a while. and i don't care how you reformulate it, i WILL NOT eat the red ones-you never know. i will shake the bowl (as i find it rude to "pick" thru to avoid the reds...and i might accidentally touch one) until i get the other ms out. i only eat the natural colored ones (so the blue ones are out too. not dangerous, i just can't bring myself to eat them).
in fact i won't eat much of anything with very obvious red dye in it. definitely not frosting-that even tastes wrong. nothing cherry pretty much...the dye just freaks me out. i did accidently ingest a red skittle at work a couple weeks ago. one of the girls saw it go in my mouth and said "chew it!!!" i couldn't...i spit it out while she laughed uproariously. "you might die you know!" she howled. "i might! you may come back and find me slumped on my desk or in convulsions. all from that damn red dye!!!" and then i ate all the green and purple ones just to dilute the red dye left on my tongue.
ramblings of a mad woman? look it up. don't eat the red m & ms...
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