Knotty by Nature

Life. Not fair.

I know this how? Well, let's see: All the hot boys I meet are GAY. (Unless you're gay. Then they're just straight). Chocolates are bad for you. And, massages, which should be deemed a necessity, are far too expensive to get regularly.

I recently went to Burke Williams to get a massage. Yes, the wondrous hands of well qualified massage therapists can transport you to otherwordly places that'll just make you doze off and drool. (Not that I did that). Although, the massage was awesome, I think I have a problem relaxing 'cause my body is chronically contracted. Oh wells. It still felt nice. Plus, the lighting was nice a low and there was a fireplace where I could read my lil' book. It was such a Harry-Potter-common-room-moment.

Then, I went to the jacuzzi. But, all I could think about was how I could potentially get trichomoniasis by having direct contact with the surfaces that are contaminated by the parasite. It could potentially survive in moist environments for several hours---places like a wet towel, a bathing suit, or a toilet seat. I know these modes of transmission are rare, but still. Nasties man. Cochino! So, I got out of the jacuzzi and rinsed myself off in the shower.

Anyways, my next spa stop is at Wine and Roses in August. I'm getting the Wellness massage, so hopefully by then I've learned how to relax & stop thinking about stupid diseases.