The sounds that bother me are:
people eating crunchy things- chips, carrots, and the latest my kids are into: necco valentine hearts. I have to leave the room.
When my husband slurps his coffee.
When my husband snores.
The number one sound that drives me insane is people who pop, crack, smack their gum when they chew it. Just go ahead and kill me and get it over with instead.
The sound of sandpaper on ANYTHING! Wood, paper, rock, it doesn't matter! Just the sound of sandpaper gives me chills, and not the good kind! Ugh, it's making my skin crawl just thinking about it!
I hate the vibrating boom, boom sound of music played so loud that you can't really hear the music.
I can't stand hearing people chew - chips, ice, dry cereal, popping sunflower seeds..unless I'm eating it too. Then I don't mind.
The sound of my cat scratching on the back door.
The rooster that cockadoodles at 5am every morning.
I hate it when people hum or whistle, particularly at work. It doesn't bother me so much when they actually sing outloud, although it does bother me if they're wearing headphones and singing so all I hear is their offkey singing.
I hate it when people are popping packing peanuts or bubblewrap at work. I want to snatch it from them and slap their hands when someone starts up with that crap.
I hate the boom-boom-boom of a car going by with the volume cranked up. It's even worse when they park in front of my apartment to pick someone up so they're their for ten or fifteen minutes. The law should allow you to take a rifle and blow out the speakers, like Bre did to George's karaoke machine on Desperate Housewives.
I also hate it when a little kid keeps repeating the same thing over and over again because the parents don't acknowledge that they've heard them. After the kid's droned "Mommy, mommy, mommy" about 700 times in 5 minutes, I want to scream at her myself "Pay attention to what your kid has to say for like two minutes so he'll shut up. It's driving me crazy!"
Nails on a chalkboard...an oldie but still gives me the creeps
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And that's prob'ly where they'll bury me
The sound styrofoam packaging makes, kids scribbling with even slightly dried out markers, people crunching food (its ok if I do it!), kids whining,
and last but not least, my wonderful husband snoring!
My b/f mimicking me. It's really high pitched, baby voice, whining, and exaggerated and I DO NOT SOUND LIKE THAT EVER!!!!