I would like tomatoes.

I hate tomatoes. This fact is starting to make my life very difficult. I bet Tina likes tomatoes, because that would make her food choices a lot less anxiety ridden than mine.

Are tomatoes taking over the world? They seem to be involved with almost every food dish in existence. I put butter on my spaghetti, I don't put ketchup on hot dogs, and I don't put tomato on my BLTs(but still call them BLTs). If there was a fight between a tomato and any other vegetable(even the formidable eggplant), the tomato would undoubtedly win. That's why I can't escape them, survival of the fittest.

They repulse me. Them and all their by-products. Yes, I'm talking to you ketchup, sauce, and soup. Stop trying to conquer my meals.

Oh, and yes, I called them a vegetable. Nothing that annoying can be considered a fruit in my opinion. Fruits are precious.

So if you like tomatoes good for you. Your life is marginally less complicated than mine.

Who is Tina?

Tina was my imaginary friend growing up. I created her when I was five. I think I just wanted one because my brother had a couple oddly names ones. In my mind she looked like the little girl from the Clifford books except she was possibly Hispanic with darker hair and skin. Why? I have no idea. I guess as a child I wanted to bring some diversity to my(at the time) small, predominantly white rural town.

She was everything that I wasn't, and had everything that I wanted. Tina had a Baby Uh-Oh doll that actually worked, because she was an only child and her brother didn't stick a pencil up it's butt. Tina had hair that was a lot longer than mine, because her Mom didn't give her a bowl cut. She was allowed to have Pixie Stix. Tina was feisty and loud, I was shy and quiet. I had blond hair, she had dark hair. We were complete opposites. Sometimes I wonder what her life would be like today. This is her story.