Today

I woke up, saw the rain, and I smiled.

I have been notified by a friend that technically my 'blog' is really a 'live journal'. Ok. I might move over to where I really belong.

To the few of you who actually read my 'bloggylivejournal', thanks.

I have been trying to gather up some MC's (missed connections for those of you *gasp* who don't know about Craigs List) on Craigslist. If anyone has some free time, post one for me please. Yeah, I know. Shut up.

I realized recently that in many of my previous posts, I have used a disturbingly large amount of exclamation points. I apologize for this. I'm not that much of a cheerleader. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I am cutting back as of yesterday.

Today, I have to do 5 1/2 massages. I hope that no one has: a peeling back due to a sunburn, a smelly bottom due to not wiping well, stinky feet due to not showering, a shitty attitude due to family dysfunction, and last but most importantly: please, please, please let me have clients who actually WANT to be receiving a massage. To those people who come for massage even though they hate being touched: You are doing yourself and your massage therapist a disservice. Contrary to what you may believe, you are not doing us a favor by laying on our table. We receive no satisfaction from massaging people like you. It makes our already tough jobs ever harder. We are not forcing you to be there. You are not a victim. Just don't book the massage...or if you are nervous, which is totally normal, please try to keep an open mind. What we do is not 'sexual'. We are professional, trained individuals who generally love what we do and want to help people. We can't help you if you secretly think we are perverts. Oh, and as a side note, it's not the best idea to give a gift certificate to a 15 year old for a massage. They are most likely going to hate it. Most of them are awkward, and completely uncomfortable with their bodies. This translates to no one being truly happy in the end because you can bet we don't want to do the massage.

If the above paragraph makes me seem like a bitter massge therapist, it's not true. I do amazing work, and really love it most of the time. I just need to vent out my pet peeves occasionally.

The meaning of the photo at top is where I wish to be soon.

Lastly, what happened in London is truly horrifying. My heart goes out to all of you.