Because this is my safe blog

Pick an artist, and using ONLY SONG TITLES from only that artist, cleverly (preferably) answer these questions. This is harder than it seems! ADDITIONAL RULE: You cannot use the same artist I did, or duplicate song titles even if they were performed by another artist. I pick: Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons 1. Are you a male or female: Candy Girl 2. Describe yourself: I Make A Fool Of Myself 3. How do you feel about yourself: Walk Like A Man 4. Describe your ex boyfriend/girlfriend: Why Do Fools Fall in Love 5. Describe your current boy/girl situation: Bye Bye Baby (Baby Goodbye) 6. Describe your current location: We're All Alone 7. Describe where you want to be: December, 1963 (Oh, What A Night) 8. Your best friend is: Sherry/Fallen Angel 9. Your favorite color is: Earth Angel 10. You know that: Big Girls Don't Cry 11. What's the weather like: Opus 17 (Sundown) 12. If your life was a television show what would it be called: Sincerely 13. What is life to you: The Proud One 14. What is the best advice you have to give: To Give (The Reason I Live) 15. If you could change your name what would it be: Dawn (Go Away)

lashing out

I'm not okay that you "dug around" for information.  I realize you don't think much of his opinion, but you lack the decency to protect my self to him by LYING.  I didn't tell you anything.  For you to say to him that I "spilled the beans" makes me livid.  In my mind, I appear to all intents and purposes an immature little girl, rather than someone who made a conscious choice.

I'm frustrated by the evident humor you all (you and BG, because JH doesn't tease about much of anything to anybody, if you hadn't noticed) find in laughing at my low tolerance for other foods.  I'm HONEST about it.  I chose not to eat there because it wasn't worth my money.  I do eat my vegetables, but unfortunately, its a big fight inside of me to eat new or unusual foods.  I wasn't raised to eat a healthy variety.  I distinctly remember my mother telling me she could eat any food as long as she had a tall glass of water to swallow it down.  THAT is the philosophy of food which reared me.  So sorry, but I don't come from a family high on culinary skills.  

Both of these things really piss me off about you right now, best friend.  And I don't know how to tell you this without blogging safely here on the blog that you don't know exists.  

I don't deal well with teasing.  It has taken YEARS to get beyond what childhood teasing did to me, and when I feel like you are excessively teasing (because everyone can use a good, gentle ribbing every now and then) it makes me want to close back up into my shell and be what I was four years ago.  I couldn't even take a compliment.  I treated everything said to me like water and I was a duck.  It rolled right off.  I could swim through it and it would not change me.  

I don't want to go back to being a duck.  But sometimes, its tempting when I feel like all my little failures are being thrown at my face, especially in the company of others who are not my refuge (HR, JH, HG, KD).