aaaaand i'm sick.
it is a funny thing, how a fever can make all the muscles hypertonic and sore.
and then my lovely roommates give me a little back rub, and i'm overwhelmed with release of emotional energy.
i could barely keep it together, and it was a light backrub!
So late at night i toss and marinate in my bed, pet the cat, and...
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it is a funny thing, how a fever can make all the muscles hypertonic and sore.
and then my lovely roommates give me a little back rub, and i'm overwhelmed with release of emotional energy.
i could barely keep it together, and it was a light backrub!
So late at night i toss and marinate in my bed, pet the cat, and...
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Yesterday was my first day as a supervisor for the student clinic at the massage school. It's a simple job. I make sure the students focus, then set up their rooms neatly, do proper intake with clients, and during the massage I check for body mechanics and help them if they look lost.
I was not the best teacher yesterday. I want to be the...
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I was not the best teacher yesterday. I want to be the...
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Sometimes, it is necessary to drop everything and call in sick.
Is it a terrible lie to pretend to be sick so that I can hang out with friends from out of town, to go hiking while tripping balls? I didn't think so either.
Is it a terrible lie to pretend to be sick so that I can hang out with friends from out of town, to go hiking while tripping balls? I didn't think so either.
Sometimes, when i'm looking at a set of pictures, there are images that change the way i breathe. Suddenly, i'm no longer a mere observer, but i'm a reactive body pulsing with nervous response - my pupils, my pulse, the taste of water in my mouth - i'm changed.
art.
art.
Not knowing how to begin, i offer some poetry:
a simple affair
My virginal blood smelled like old razors and plaque. i stank up your bed
and told you not to change the sheets, let my past life lie here while
we go out for croissants. Let's leave our clothes on the river bank
and dive into the brisk water of your laughter, shower our...
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a simple affair
My virginal blood smelled like old razors and plaque. i stank up your bed
and told you not to change the sheets, let my past life lie here while
we go out for croissants. Let's leave our clothes on the river bank
and dive into the brisk water of your laughter, shower our...
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