I’m Gonna Relax

It’s my turn. It seems like everyone I know has been going to get massages and body wraps and having spa days, so I finally decided to join them. It took my best friend coming home and talking about the “wannafuck nsa massage London master” she visited while on her honeymoon for me to take the plunge, but I’m finally doing it.

I am going to get a deep tissue massage. My appointment is made, and I couldn’t be more excited. I always swore I’d never go someplace and pay for a massage, but I caved. I couldn’t help it. The idea of someone else working out the kinks and knots in my sore back muscles is more than appealing these days… it’s the stuff dreams are made of. I just want to relax and lay there and let someone do all the work for me. Maybe that makes me lazy, but I really just don’t care – that’s what they’re there for, right?

Comments are closed.