On the drive home, I was reminded of how much I hate looking at hoards of small things moving together. I wouldn’t call it a phobia because I’m not scared of it, but it physically makes me uncomfortable to watch a bunch of little things all clumped together and moving.

I can’t watch ants swarming over a piece of candy because it makes my skin crawl, gives me the chills, and eventually, if I stare at it long enough, I’ll probably just throw up. Is this a common thing? Only one other person I know has the same problem I do, but I don’t think it’s as bad for her.

I’m still not sure what the thing that made me feel “icky” on the drive home was. It looked like a whole lot of ash on the road, but it was fluttering around on a huge expanse of road, kind of like small leaves being blown across, but it was everywhere. I had to force myself to not look at the ground in front of my car and look at the top of the car in front of me’s hood.

• I hate Oompa Loompas.
• My mother is crazy.
• Milk makes me sick.
• I eat a lot.
• I really like my hair color right now.
• I’m a sucker for cuddling in bed on a rainy day.
• I’m in love with WP.

I went shopping with the BF this afternoon and we were remarkably successful. I found everything that I needed including the spiffy army medic’s bag I’ve been (not so secretly) pining for. The BF found almost everything he needed at just one store: the army surplus store. I think he really likes that store now. He even found a surprisingly hard to find black bandana with skulls and crossbones all over it.