You know what I hate?

Sun dried tomatoes.

They’re one of those foods like mangoes that I always THINK I’m gonna like, but NO—every time I put one in my mouth I suddenly recall just how much I actually thoroughly detest them. I mean I LOVE tomatoes—what happens in the sun drying process that makes them suddenly taste so revolting?

I ordered my very favorite sandwich from Dom’s today. It’s #36- Italian Combo #4- Mortadella, prosciutto, sun dried tomato, Gorgonzola, olive oil on focaccia. I somehow always forget about those damned sun dried tomatoes until I take my first big bite of one and end up spitting part of my sandwich into the trash…and then I pick the rest out and enjoy my truly delicious sandwich.

You know what else I hate?

Bad panty lines. There’s something about the summer that makes people make really poor underwear choices. Now, I admit, you can totally see my underwear lines today cause I’m wearing a white linen skirt- BUT I specifically chose my underwear today keeping this fact in mind. I picked a pair of skin-toned silky full-coverage underwear. What I don’t understand is when people where see through fabrics (such as linen) and then throw a thong on underneath. Not only can we see your underwear lines at that point, we can see your thong- which in my book is infinitely trashier. I even saw one lady whose black linen skirt was so thin that not only could you see her entire black thong, you could see her butt cheeks as well- and I’m not talking the outlines of her butt cheeks, I’m talking like how much ASS-ne the lady had (acne of the butt, people). Gross. We live in New York. This means a lot of staring at butts (up and down subway stairs, walking behind people on the street, etc.). Let’s work together to give people something a little bit more pleasant to look at.