I hate flies.
When they land on me.
When they tickle my legs.
When I swing at them and miss, and everyone thinks that I am wierd for slapping a desk out of the blue.
I also hate watching other people fight over flies landing on them.
Not sure what bothers me more.
Them landing on me, or landing on others.

Hmmmm.

I also hate spilling on my shirt first thing in the morning and having to walk around the rest of the day with a drop on my shirt. As the only thing I have to change into is my shirt and sports bra that I worked out in.

Arrrrrhhhhh.