However much folks claimed to be uncomfortable with my last post, it certainly generated a lot of comments. Clearly the subject of 'gina is a very popular one, even if the hoo ha in question belongs to my mom. For shame.
I just got word from my agent that the episode of Living With Fran that I'm on airs on the WB Friday, April 22nd at 8:30pm. Set your Tivos. Or don't. Really, it's up to you.
On Sunday I broke down and splurged. I went to Thai Town and got myself a Thai massage. Before you ask, and I know you otherwise will, the massage did not include a happy ending. In my case that might be better labeled a horrific ending, cause I wouldn't be expecting it at all and then, suddenly, "What the #@%&$! No,no. I'm good, thanks. No need for that! I'm just going to go home and scour myself with a Brillo pad in scalding water, thanks."
A friend recommended this particular spot, called Pho Siam. It was amazing. I'd never had a Thai massage before. Their website explains that their brand of massage was developed over thousands of years and focuses on deep muscles, energy lines, energy points and joints. In lingo that's more to the point, it means they walk on you, jam elbows into your back and twist you like a pretzel. And it's awesome. I'm a little sore today, but I'd happily go back. Plus, it's not that expensive as far as massages go. I paid $50 including tip. Not too bad, especially for Los Angeles.
Today I'm running around doing errands. Friends of mine from Tucson are heading to San Diego today so I'm probably going to meet them down there. Unfortunately, I have a pregnant tire that I need to repair. I don't know how it happened, although I suspect my car might be a slut. How else to explain it?
The guy at the gas station told me my tire could blow at any moment. That was a few weeks ago. So I'll see if I can take care of it today.
Anyway, all for now.
I love you.