It doesn't wash off.
But it rubs off, all over my clothes and hands and oh man I've been voting in the Iraqi elections. I look like I've been getting head from Grimace. Well I suppose it'll come off with the skin layers, which is cold comfort indeed.
My landlord was supposed to bring over a possible new tenant yesterday who was possibly going to move into my apartment after I possibly move out to some new and exciting job, possibly. But, that never really happened, so I spent the evening trying to clean up doghair and find crackpipes and dead teamsters and anything that might make me look like I don't run a tight ship here, not that I don't or anything. Maybe he'll come today? Maybe I've done enough cleaning for one week and he can just use his imagination like I do in front of the full-length mirror.