People sitting next to me on public transportation.
Jeans - or, rather, the quest for the perfect pair.
When people crack their knuckles.
So there you have it. A peek into the mind of a lovable, if slightly neurotic, twenty-something. I hope I'm not alone, but if I am, that's fine by me. I'm alone again, naturally. (I also hate that song, but let's not get into that.)