It makes my skin crawl

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.

For the record:

  • 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.

My Quest for a bag is over!

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.

medic bag