started in the fall of 1998, converted to prose 09/28/05
I got a massage the other day — it was one of those chairs that they sell in the store that rub your back having it on display there. It was the store excuse to call the sample “a selling tool.”
Well, I sat in the chair and I’m getting to the point where I think it’s worth the cost so that I can get a massage any time I want to.
All I’d have to do (after I get the chair) is pay the electricity.
That can’t be too much.
And sometimes you need something good to happen to you because sometimes you deserve it...
And there are a lot of things I’ve deserved and maybe you’re one of those things and maybe you could reach around and move my hair out of the way and kiss the back of my neck. Because I don’t think they have a massage chair that can do that.
I don’t think the massage chair can give me attention.
And that is something I’ve needed.
Well, there are a lot of things I’ve needed I’ve wanted to be able to curl up to go to bed and know that you’re there in bed too, just so I have you to lean on. You lose sight of things like that unless you get used to being alone.
Wait a minute... I don’t need to hear you complaining — I probably do enough complaining for the both of us. I don’t want to field the phone calls for your business. I don’t want to do your laundry.
Come to think of it, I don’t even WANT to do MY laundry.
