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November 2002
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I went to bed the other night with socks on my hands. Now, you might think this is because I've been too cheap to turn on my heat, but you'd be wrong. (Although I have yet to crank it on.) It's because I'm trying to moisturize my nasty, scaly restaurant hands. My skin is so unbelievably dry that I've resorted to drastic measures. I slathered war strength lotion on, careful to avoid the nasty heatlamp burn on my finger, and pulled on green socks. You know they only stayed on for about five minutes, because who can read with socks on their hands? Also, won't you agree that since all I have to talk about are hand socks, then my life really must be boring? But today was good. I decided to treat myself, so I went and got a full body massage at the salon and spa where I get my hair done. It was worth every penny that I don't have. When he told me that the hour was up I almost started crying. Instead I began a countdown in my head till the next time I can go get rubbed. It just felt so good having someone work out all the knots in my shoulders and soothe my achy feet. Although the whole experience is sometimes uncomfortably intimate. There you are, almost entirely naked, under sheets like you're in bed, with a stranger, and in my case a strange young guy, rubbing aaaaaaall the way up your legs and aaaaaaall the way down your back. My mother's never even had a pedicure because she can't stand the thought of someone touching her feet. She'd die if she knew how this guy was touching my thighs. Plus it's dark and warm in the little massage room and there's oil and music. It's probably the most sensual non-sexual experience one can have. And I'd like to have one every day. For free. Do you think there's some way that I could work that out?
The notify is exchanging holiday cards. And the forum just wants to say GO BUCKS!
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