Day Twelve: Crazy Pants

I'm not really OCD about anything. I like my stuff to be organized and in its place but I won't freak out if my room is messy. Really the only thing drives me is nuts when my food is touching on my plate. Not like chicken and potatoes or steak and veggies but my best example is spaghetti and salad. Those two foods are NOT supposed to touch. When the dressing runs into the meat sauce, it's disgusting. I'm a lover of food but I am extremely picky about my food touching. I know that's pretty weird but oh well.