You know what...

* I'm sick of stupid women's magazines telling me that I have to wear matching underwear. I don't, and I don't care. What I wear is comfortable, functional, has support and looks great from the outside. Take my clothes off, and it's not some see-thru black lacy number, but I guarantee if I wore something like that, then the boobs would be looking pretty nasty.

* I'm sick of acting as a conduit between men, and my friends. They are three stunning girls, and there is at least 2 guys (per girl) in love with them, and a million more wanting to interrupt our drinks on a Friday night to ask me questions about them. Love them to death, but I'm crazy/jealous and the next guy who asks me their name, if they're single and if they want to go and have a drink with them, without even bothering to introduce themselves to me, I'm going to punch in the throat. Grow some balls, talk to them yourselves.

* I'm sick of the chick next door who has sex so loudly, I can't even concentrate on my dinner. Shut up already, you are not a porn star.

* I'm sick of looking at the clothes dryer in my living room, but have no other choice as there's no room for anything.

* I'm sick of guys that are really shallow.

Other than that, everything's pretty peachy in Martieland. Happy new year, etc.