exploding dust
Sometimes I feel —
Life is too big for me and I am just holding off mayhem and maybe have taken on more than I can do.
I feel that way today. And I was really productive today. I mean REALLY FREAKING PRODUCTIVE. And yesterday. I was REALLY FREAKING PRODUCTIVE yesterday. And the day before. And before. Days stretching behind me. And still I feel behind and in over my head and like I am not at all catching up.
I have made promises. Commitments.
I have to catch up.
I need a back rub.
where the art work came from :
that is elephant with exploding dust, amboseli by nick brandt
21 Responses to exploding dust
I’ll send over swen with massage table or would that be a thai massage you’ll be neeeding?
Wow. You have a traveling Sven with a massage table? That is so cosmopolitan.
I’m a qualified masseuse, but somehow I don’t think it would be my hands you were after…
Actually, it’s a Thea and not s Swen but it’s the same have table will travel kind of deal. I don’t share her often.
If I wasn’t 2,800 miles away I’d lend a hand.. Or two.
Vanessa, you are so smart.
Jennifer, you are generous almost to a fault.
Aw, Woeful. You and your sexy boots.
One guy is 2,370 miles away, another is 2,800 miles away….
Vanessa, you can do me. I’m not discriminate. But thanks for reminding me – I’ve got a massage today! heeheehee
Only two hands, Woeful? You don’t have another two stashed on your body somewhere?
wait, I didn’t say I wasn’t gonna watch! : ) I am so not the nice girl.
You know…. I went to massage school when I was 19. I have a table in my closet stored away and just waiting for you.
Tra la la …..
Stiletto: It’s nice to know my extraordinarily long arms can be put to uses other than pitching bottles of vodka across the Pacific. I’ll be right there.
You know the worst thing about being a masseuse is that you never get the massage :(
Oh, Jennifer’s invited too, if it’s alright with you…
Wow the lure of Texas is strong.
Vanessa, that’s incredibly true. I’m actually pretty downlow about who I tell (internet not included) because then people demand “just a sample!” I have a guy here at the office who is constantly begging for a massage. He’s made several inappropriate “happy ending” comments as well. I refuse to touch him.
Oh, people can never help themselves with the ‘happy ending’ cracks, I know. It’s like they expect you to laugh… when they couldn’t have possibly come up with anything more unoriginal if they had tried. Sleazy coming from a bloke, too.
I’m generally quiet about it too. Although funnily I feel quite safe to telling people online, heh.
Well “happy ending” is so defined by the expectations and desires of the audience. Like it could mean the obnoxious overly pawey office guy goes screaming over a cliff in a burning car to shatter impotently on rocks below and be ripped and devoured by overly huge mutated sharks. I am just sayin’….
HAHAHA
Max, you are a woman of great insight.
I just choked on my diet orange.
So wait. If I’m doing a massage and the guy asks me for a happy ending and I drop an anvil on his knackers and it makes me giggle tremendously, I can count that as a happy ending in court? Because if that’s the case, I might have to go back to the Vice Department and get my actual business license again.
It was entrapment, Ms. Pants, it is not your fault.
Stiletto: It’s nice to know my extraordinarily long arms can be put to uses other than pitching bottles of vodka across the Pacific. I’ll be right there.
You know the worst thing about being a masseuse is that you never get the massage :(
Well, if your arms are that long, you should be able to give yourself a reach around.
I didn’t say there weren’t benefits…
The constantly scraped knuckles are a bitch, though.