So I managed yet again to fuck up Veronicas laundry. i don't know why she even lets me touch her clothing any more. So far, over the course of our four year relationship, I have managed to shrink her grandfather's bathrobe (He's dead and this was one of the only keepsakes she had of his), her favorite skirt, and to supposedly lose a skirt to which she was extremely atatched.
I don't know why I am so horrible with laundry. it's not as if this is a terribly difficult thing to understand. Wash everything on cold, don't put wool in the dryer. But if there is something in the laundry pile that can be lost, shrunk, or shredded, I will somehow find a way to bring about the worst case senario. Seriously, every time I wash her clothes, I ruin something. I don't think that I have ever ruined anything of my own, except for a pair of tighty whities I washed with a red shirt. I don't consider pink underware to be ruined. I still wore it. Just didn't take off my pants in public, which was actually quite an accomplishment, and rather difficult.
So this is my first blog entry from outside of my house. An accomplishment for me, who has always avoided remote logins for their incredible ability to get you rooted. And I'm sure I will be rooted anyway, despite this remote login. But that's the facts of life. Nothing is for sure except death, taxes, and the inexhaustible supply of 0-day exploits in the hands of obsessive bastards with nothing better to do.
On the more pleasent front, the car is in the shop, and I have a job interview today at 3. The position is that of an office manager and IT guy in a temp agency. This is working FOR the temp agency, not working somewhere else for the temp agency. I dunno, could very easily turn sour, but it pays relatively well, and it's in San Francisco. I hope I get it, because V is very tired of her own job and would like to find something new. I can't say I blame her. Her job is incredibly boring, and she has to deal with a lot of slackers and assholes all day long.
So, I will spend this morning at the ACCRC bothering Chris and generally being a bother to all involved. Hopefully someone will drive me back to the mechanics to pick up my car at 12, because it took me over an hour and a half to walk to the ACCRC from the mechanics at Clairemont and Ashby. A pleasent walk, all together. A good chance to think and get the laundering guilt out of my head.
There should be a UN resolution against me ever doing anyone else's laundry.