The World Should Massage Itself

Can I just start by saying; "I Love Massages". I'm way too ticklish to get them but giving them is wonderous. My uber good and longtime friend Sabrina came dwon today with her daughter Ayla and friend Michelle. We went into town to eat at Le Commensal which was far better than I had remembered it, then we came back home and I used my mom's new rocket blender (kinda like a magic bullet) to make us all drinks. Blended whisky sour = yum. Anywhee, then we put on a movie (40 year old virgin), and I proceeded to give both Michelle and Breens a huge foot massage for each one. I bought these nice massage rocks at chapters the other day, and my mom's donated a mini crockpot to my massage adventures so the mix of those with my essential oils and shiatsu thumb massagers was great. It's really a wonderous experience, you can make someone feel relaxed and good while invigorating and building up the strength in your fingers (yes, this IS important, especially if you're trying to play certain blues songs, especially those where Ray Manzarek is going nuts on the piano). Not to mention the whole energy transfer deal. Anyways, massages are wonderful, everyone should touch each other more and human contact really shouldn't be always reduced down to sex. Ah. So now it's like almost 230 and i'm up in bed with half a glass of my favourite red wine ever, some yummy olives and cheese with crackers. I've got Hygiene de L'Assassin beside me (thank you Heather) and it'll probably have a chunk taken out of it tonight. This is what i've been waiting for all christmas, just a relaxing day where nothing really matters and affection is all around and yet not stressful, life is just *breath*. I feel as if I should be consistent with my other posts and make this one much longer and with way more ranting, but y'know what? I have NOTHING else to say tonight. Yup, that's right folks, NOTHING. :D Gnight all.