sick of the sight

I really don't care. I'm bored of looking at you anyway. You can just go home and eat Amaretto biscuits and drink white wine with your girlfriend because wine makes me nauseous and almonds taste like shite. I'm sure she's lovely though.

Get on home.

*banishes Guy From Work to the farthest corner of the supermarket*

I don't care. I'm deliberately single at the moment anyway.