Can't argue with you.
I hate most of the things you mentioned (except for the urinal thing- I'm a girl), and I feel your pain. The toilet paper thing doesn't bother me as much, though.
I can identify with the bad breath peeve. I abhor my brother's breath. He smells like the inside of a trash can most of the time. And it's enough to make a weak-stomached person vomit so hard he passes out.
I also hate being told I'm "not working to my full potential", though I don't get that very often.