This may shock you, but I have never had a real massage. Oh my hairdresser massages my scalp when she's washing my hair (which I love!), but I think I'd like to have a strip-down and lie on your tummy type massage some day. Because it felt so good to have my face and head massaged for a good long time. I didn't realize how much tension I hold in my temples until she pummelled the knots out of them. She had some kind of weird energy transfer hocus-pocus going on for a bit too where she would just pass her hands across my face without touching it (I peaked) or maybe she was just resting her hands, I don't know.
But the combination of the massage and the nice lavendar-smelling mask and creams she applied made for a pretty blissful experience. I wonder why I like the smell of lavendar, but I can't stand any other perfumed substances on my skin? It does remind me of my mom's garden and it's a strangely comforting old-fashioned type of smell.
How about you? Do you recommend I try a real massage some day?
And what bodily maintenance are you willing to pay other people to do for you? Me, I'm a firm believe in the pedicure. Strictly for medicinal purposes, of course. And I can't see myself ever dyeing my own hair. But I will shave my own legs, thank you very much. And don't even talk to me about Brazilian bikini waxes.
And now without further ado, may I present your Fresh-Faced Friday Random Playlist:
Bells On - Sloan
Teenage Kicks - the Undertones
Alison - Elvis Costello
Johnny - Violent Femmes
My Own Summer (Shove It) - Deftones
Chipped Paint - Shoulder
Blood Sugar Sex Magik - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Last Great American Whale - Lou Reed
Twill - Elliott Brood
Bela Lugosi's Dead - Bauhaus
do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight