I'm sick of
+ cleaning (not that I've actually started but I know that I have to start and I don't want to and hence the inner battle makes me sick of the source).
+ male bs...just frickin' say what you really mean and stop trying to guess what I want to hear. Your insincerity reeks...and is always transparent.
+ the weather...it's raining...again....enough already.
+ trying to figure out this stupid procedure to get songs from my CD to my mp3 player. I'm trying to be a music geek and use all these different programs to code and tag it etc. and I don't know what the frick I'm doing...