I Ruin Everything I Touch

I'm not feeling sorry for myself, I mean this literally. Things fall to pieces around me. I was talking to Linus about this the other day and he suggested I have an entropy field around me. I think he's right. Some examples:

My apartment:
The day after I moved in, my toilet broke. It'll still flush, but I have to lift up the tank lid every time and make sure the flapper covers the hole. I've had two repair people come in so far and they still haven't managed to fix it. I've got a third call in and he should come to fix it today, but I'm not holding my breath.

The second week I was in my apartment, two sticky spots showed up on my carpet. I have no idea where they came from. I didn't spill anything, I wasn't cooking, I didn't track anything in on my shoes, they just appeared. Huh.

The rod that adjusts the angle of my blinds snapped off.

The arm that opens my crank window came off the track while the window was wide open. I had to pry the screen off the widown, lean way out and fix the damn thing. Then the screen wouldn't go back in. It took a few days of whacking it with a hammer. I hope no one notices the dents.

My Computers: I've had three viruses which required that I wipe my entire hard drive and start over. I've blown out two monitors, one of which was quite spectacular. It caught fire with no warning one night. One time, every time I turned on the computer the mouse started jumping around the screen and programs kept opening and closing like crazy. I went out and bought a new computer, which promptly started doing the same thing. Turns out the mouse was broken. D'oh!

My TV/VCR/DVD Things: I've blown out a TV quite spectacularly as well. I bought a brand new DVD player that would get half way into a movie and freeze. I swapped it for another one that worked until the day after the warantee expired, then apparently began taking a lot of acid. My current VCR actually works pretty well, which is enough to make me suspicious.

My Diskman: So far, I've managed to keep my diskman in one piece, but it isn't even a year old yet. My earphones, however, disintigrate after a few months.

My Body: I'm 23 and I'm falling apart. My arms, my heart, my girly bits, my head, and various other bits of me aren't functioning up to code.

My Car: I'm sure most of you know all about my car, since you've been giving me rides because it's always fucking broken. This did not used to be the case. Oh, no. For the two years that it was my mom's car, it worked perfectly, even though she drove it hard. The minute I became the primary driver, it began rusting, it got hit in a parking lot, and parts began falling out of it left and right. I've spent over $3,000 on it in the last 2 1/2 years. In fact, just this morning I picked it up from the mechanic and, $100 later, it's still doing the exact same thing I took it in for.

And don't get me started on the car I had before this one. It was not nearly as bad as this one, but let's just say that "Reliant" is a bit of a misnomer.

My Blogger: I wrote this post once, and when I tried to post it, it disappeared. "Recover Post" only recovered half of it. ARGH.