I'm another one who hates raw tomatoes but likes them cooked. However, I do have some exceptions: salsa and gazpacho, both of which involve lots of spices/peppers/etc. that cover up the icky raw tomato taste. I don't like V-8, either.
I'm with tommyrot on finding convertibles with the tops down but windows up annoying--if it's too windy, put the damn top back up! My mom had convertibles and would put the windows up occasionally, and I'd get snippy with her. It's a thing with me, and I probably would get over it really quickly if I had a convertible of my own.
As for other taste issues:
Most hard liquors: yuck, especially straight
Fruity alcoholic drinks: yum (yes, I am a girly girl when it comes to alcohol)
Beer: very much yum
Wine: white is yum, most reds are yuck (that tannic taste turns me off)
Sugary colas: yuck
Olives: yuck
Bagels: yum
Bacon: yum
Fork: switch after cutting
Watch: left hand when I have one
Right handed
Oh my god. Mission: Man Band [link]
Four boy band legends: Chris Kirkpatrick (N*SYNC); Jeff Timmons (98 Degrees); Rich Cronin (LFO) and Bryan Abrams (Color Me Badd) will live together for one month, create new music, a dynamic stage show and perform as a new pop group.
I think that "legends" is a bit much, especially in the case of the LFO guy.
Huh. Toasted raisin bagle with cream cheese tastes odd. At least the one I have now.
eta: I've changed my mind. It is teh num.
Ah, the tomato quandary again. I hate chunk tomato but like ketchup, many tomato-based sauces, and the like. I've learned to tolerate spaghetti sauce with tomato chunks, mainly because you can't find the chunkless kind any more.
Are any of those boy-band legends gay? 'Cuz I bet that show could be improved with teh gay sex.
Aren't they the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse?
I'm hungry, but if I start to eat I feel nauseous. I feel nauseous, I take some pepto-bismol. I take some pepto-bismol, I no longer feel nauseous, and I'm hungry again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I don't even know who LFO is. And I am picturing Chris Kattan instead of Chris Kirkpatrick.
Oh, fabulous. Apparently there's leaking and flooding and possibly we'll lose the bathrooms again, and I think they should send us all home until they fix the whatsits and the thingummies.
They won't, though, so I'm going to distract myself with pictures of boys kissin'.