People. Seriously. All people.
Boys annoy me because, well, they're boys. And yes, I have a specific boy in mind.
Girls annoy me because they're whiny and idiotic and hypocritical and FAR too dramatic for me.
Overly wannabe rockstar diva musicians annoy the hell out of me. Sorry kids, you're a local band that has three songs. Just because I booked you to open for a bigger band, don't automatically think that you've made it and can tell me to go fetch you a bottle of water. Fetch your own damn bottle of water. Or better yet, here, let me tell you exactly where you can stick that flipping bottle.
And just plain diva rockstars annoy me. No, I'm not going to pick out all the friggen green M&Ms for you, you're not f****** Motely Crue, and no, sweeties, you're not playing an arena, you don't get a damn rider! (For those who don't know, a rider is a list of "demands" big bands ask for when playing shows). Oh, and touch my *** one more time and you're going to get a drumstick in the eye. I'm a booking agent, not a groupie anymore.