Please let me crawl under my desk and die. Please?

Okay, I feel like kvetching, and I've actually got a few minutes, so here goes:

1. I am not a spontaneous person, despite what others might think. Okay, so the trip to Indy was kind of spur-of-the-moment, but I had time to pack everything I needed. I like maps, schedules, lists, plans. I hate bad maps, poorly put-together schedules, extraneous items on lists, and plans that change at the last minute. Grr. (No offense, L.)
2. Don't call me Katie unless you're really frickin' close to me. If I'd let you call me Sweetie, etc., then you can call me Katie. Otherwise, just don't. Acceptable alternatives: Kate (obviously), chica, L. (my college nickname), kiddo. If you're Paul you can call me Fluffy McFluffnugget. But nobody else.
3. If I feel the need to take a Klon, it's probably a bad idea to ask me why I'm taking it. Common sense, folks. When I come down, I'll talk. Maybe.
4. My car. My iPod. My music. Period. And if you are a guy and you're roadtripping with me (as I stated, in my car), then I reserve the right to govern said trip by "The Bad Girl's Guide to the Open Road." Even if it says to wear pantyliners on your head. Even if you don't know what a pantyliner is.
5. Don't try to accessorize me. What I wear on my neck/ears/fingers/wrists is all very significant to me. No, I don't want to tell you the story behind every piece of jewelry. No, I'm not changing my ways. And (for the 100th time), no, I store neither poison nor drugs in either of my poison rings. But that could change at any time.
6. Don't ask me my opinions on, well, anything really ... unless you're fully prepared for my response (and/or non-response). Especially touchy topics: the media, technology, religion. Also potentially touchy: the CBLDF, cartoons, bad hair days, music.
7. Yes, sometimes I feel like Squee. Now, aren't you sorry you asked?

Okay, that's all the griping for now. Feel free to post your own kvetches in the comments. Because misery loves company, and today, I'm misery personified. Peace, kids.