at the moment I am sitting here in the massage chair getting a pedicure... nice little lunchtime treat for the feet. the fingernails are next (i figure that since my favourite "stalker" mike sent me a claddagh ring on friday - THANK YOU! - I should make the rest of my hands appear presentable.)
anyway, right now my toes are being filed... it's that horrid balance between tickling and pain.
okay so, i've been a half-hearted anorexic for 3 hours now. had a starbucks iced coffee with nonfat milk and splenda. am thinking about getting another... or fruit. let's just say that ol' GC here needs to lose the extra 12 pounds she's gained over the past month (no. not a typo.)
anyway, good lord, now they're taking those weird cuticle clippers to my tootsies.... one false tickle flinch and my piggies are done for... I can't wait for the leg massage.
yeah I am being rude by typing on here, but not for nothing, we can't understand each other anyway when speaking... and I didn't bring my book. (dont even attempt to post 'GC you're a racist in' the comments.)
ah now the sloughing massage thang is..... wait wait where'd she go..... oh got a fresh pumice stone yeowch....
about to drop the treo in the footwater. gonna post this now.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
