more pink than blue
I have a few entries from the last few days in Lanta but they’re all like “wah wah, don’t wanna go, wah wah ” so I’m not going to post them…
It was a great trip but I’m glad to be home. Looking forward to seeing friends and getting on with 2007: find a new home soon and maybe a car…we’ll see how my luck holds out. Fingers crossed.
Whooooooooooo! So, today I had a massage from a chick that included a spanking AND a boobie massage. Yeah. Then we had a pillow fight.
I went for a massage at Blue, it was pretty good until she was doing my lower back. She had my bikini bottoms down a bit farther than normal and out of the blue she SMACKS me on the bare right cheek. Oh! Then on the left! Eeeeek! And again! And again! She was having a great time, laughing and smacking my ass. Hmmm. Maybe she likes me…
After she was done spanking me, it was time to roll over. In Thailand, they always offer to massage your boobs as well, but I always say “nooooo, it’s ok, thanks…” I guess she missed the “no” part of that sentence and the next thing I know she’s got my top right off and I’m getting a hot oil tit massage.
The massage place is just a platform on the beach, with people walking by and a restaurant/bar overlooking. So I’m lying there wondering “how many people are seeing my boobies right now…ok this shouldn’t last too long…hmmm well it actually feels pretty good…but not in THAT way…although it HAS been a while since I’ve had a boobie massage, hot oil or otherwise…does this mean I’m gay?”
Anyways, she finished the rest of the massage and I was all like “so umm, are you gonna call me?” and she was like “ya” but then she didn’t…
I guess I have about as much luck with the ladies as I do with the men…damn.
It rained again today – a lot! I got up and went for a long walk on the beach, it was great, just me and my iPod.
When I got back I was absolutely soaked. I showered the sand off me and put on some clean clothes and lied in my hammock. It felt so good, it reminded me of one of my favorite things at home…having a hot bath and then curling up in my pj’s…I am looking forward to having a home of my own again soon…missing the simple pleasure of home, as much as I love this hammock…
After dinner we had to RUN back to the bungalows because it was pouring down so hard. As I was running across the grass my pants fell down around my ankles. Am elegant AND sophisticated.
Wow, I can get in here – I haven’t been able to in weeks and weeks, so this blog thing has been a bit of a bust…I’ll plunk up some pictures and stuff when I get home, I suppose.
Well. Now I have nothing to say.
Umm, I really miss red wine, so anyone reading: please start clearing your calendars for me now, I’m home in a week. Thank you very much.
I have a few journal entries about Lanta, but not one for every day. Pick up a pen? So hard…Most days were spent like this:
The only two times I had shoes on was on the two times we went into town. Once to arrange our tickets home, and once to buy books.