Soothe me...
A few months back I received a coupon in the mail from one of my many spas offering me a special birthday rate for a massage of my choice. Of course being the spa whore that I've become I called immediately to schedule my hour of bliss. To say the least -- after all this flood crap -- I need it. My back is sore. My neck is sore. I'm tired. I want to be rubbed in to a drooling hump on a table whilst sucking up the aromatherapy vapors and listening to a calming CD. I'm sure you can imagine that --
I CAN'T WAIT. Sorry condo! Sorry boyfriend! Sorry history test I should be studying for! I
need this! I've been looking forward to it for months now and aside from a little drive in rush hour traffic -- this evening is going to be fan-fucking-tastic!
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