A journey through my last year as a twenty-something

Dear Tomato (364 Days)

Dear Tomato,

You suck! We were once great friends but now I feel as though I must sever our relationship. I just can handle it anymore. I used to eat you in just about every way possible. French fries were an excuse just to have ketchup, spaghetti was an excuse to have tomato sauce, and tomato juice was one of my favorite drinks.


Up until recently we shared many good times together but since you have decided to wreck havoc on my stomach in recent months it's time for you to go. No more fun tomato products for me. You are being outlawed from my home for the time being. I might let you back in from time to time but only in limited quantities. If you start to behave yourself we may indeed be friends again.

Maybe I am crazy for kicking you out when I love you so much but my stomach is not happy today. It's the same way every time I eat a tomato product. I'm tired of frequent heartburn and multiple trips to the bathroom every time I eat you.

Goodbye good friend. We have had a great life. Now get out!

Sincerely,



PS. Tell your buddy onion he's next if he doesn't stop ruining my life...how will I ever survive without you both. Maybe I should be writing this to my stomach.