in no particular order:
1. Hot dogs.
2. Cold, clammy feet.
3. Neck popping of both the professional and amateur varieties.
4. The stray cats that roam my parking garage (I should feel bad for them--and I do--it's just that imagining touching their mangy fur gives me the wim-wams.)
5. Bad fruit. (Pithy oranges, mealy apples, sour strawberries, what have you. Oh *shudder.* This is the reason I usually buy canned fruit; I don't trust myself to buy good fresh fruit. It's probably an irrational fear, but there it is.)
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