i spend all day at the spa relaxing, when in reality i hate the spa. I hate everything about it, but society says i must go there to relax so I go. Besides i won it on a game show because i just couldn’t get enough points for a car. so here i am pretending to relax
Disembodied hands waltzed across my back. In the process, they seemed to tear out the stress of the last week, leaving a renewed spirit and an empty slate for the days to come.
Spa , somewhere that is supposed to make you relaxed ,I have never been there but I really think it is kinda impressive you just go and RELAX! exciting isnt it? but I would rather just chill at somewhere outdoors then paying tons of money
I recall going to a spa once, when I was in probably fifth grade, with two of my closest friends. They were twins, tall and graceful with pale skin and shiny brown hair that reached their waists. I recall feeling incredibly awkward around them, never as beautiful. My golden-tanned skin didn’t look as soft and pretty as their ivory skin, and my thin, almond eyes paled in comparison to their wide eyes.
I never really went there, not that I even want to. But they say ‘You never know’ and it might be true in this case. You never really know what’s about to happen. Perhaps one day, Spa will by me second home.
I like spas. They smell nice, and make me feel fantastic. Of course I haven’t been to one in a while. I want to go to a spa in like, Thailand or something. That would be awesome. But I’m not rich. I’m a broke college kid. No money for Thailand.. Darn.
The spa was her escape, where she could feel pretty and pampered, clean and important. But when she got home she had to face reality. She was ugly, unloved, and a nobody. That’s what her hubby would tell her at least. And maybe he was right. It certainly seemed that way. But the spa was nice. The spa hid her bruises.
The building was humble. A chimney smoked. She sighed as she dropped her bags in the foyer, wondering just how long she would stay here. Everything was so cozy and inviting.
The spa was warm, with one woman sitting in the corner. A towel over head hiding her face. She may have been asleep or maybe in deep thought, maybe meditating, or maybe…
a place to relax. to simply enjoy being completely at ease and alone. treatments, massage, sauna, steam, pool, hot rocks and cucumbers on top of my eyes. the perfect getaway and someplace to just forget everything and let go of all the stress. it’s like paradise on earth and puts a smile on my face.
I sat down on the massage bed, unable to relax. I should have been lying down but somehow I needed the massousse to help me move my own joints, as if they lacked all autonomous oomph or will to relax me.
Random place that people go to to relax and be pampered. Women like going there more than men. There are facilities for massaging, manicures, pedicures and usually there are jacuzzis
Cool and refreshing, warm and relaxing. Your pick. For only 29.99 you can be rejuvenated or calmed by our professional spa experts. We have packages for every age, gender, and body type. Couples, too! Don’t forget, spa gift cards make great presents for birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, and more!
relaxation at its finest. the soothing takes over your soul and releases you from your daily stress. no worries will join you, no sadness engulfs you. just you and the spa.free.living and breathing truly for just a moment. how often do we as humans get to enjoy the serenity life offers.nature is a spa.your own personal one.
I went to the spa, thankful for the time. To sit. to think. to just let go of life for a little bit. i took note of the cool cucumbers resting on my eyes, the paste drying and cracking against my skin, drawingout my imperfections. my flaws. i wish it did that
“So I was thinking about going to the spa, but not that one spa, the one with the fat guy with short red hair. No, I was thinking the spa that had…”
“I don’t understand girls at this school,” I grumbled as I set my tray down next to my friend Bobby. The cheerleader was yapping away into her cellphone two tables away. I was surprised that none of the adults had noticed.
Bobby shrugged and played with his “hot dog” with a plastic fork. The cafeteria was never a fun place.
For most people this words evokes, warm water, relaxing salts, massages, well-being. But not for Nuno, whose work on Special Protection Areas for birds made him use the SPA acroniem quite a lot.
AS the woman lay down, the masseuse walked in with a pile of rocks in his hand, waiting for them to get cool enough to place them on her back. She turned her head around and saw this mysterious man, who seemed to be looking back at her, seductively.
a place to unwind, relax, be at peace. beautiful, touching scenery that calms the body and removes all forms of trouble and stress.
can also be overrated, just a mind game and now therapeutic at all, this is my observation.
Various scents and faces surround me. Vulnerable, I blush, slowly composing myself when realization hits me: I will never see these people again, but we are all here for a temporary peace.
Warm foam bubbles form around your toes, slowly curling around them. You feel their smooth surfaces, its tender, silly touch it has on you. You giggle. Slowly, you bend your toes and watch the bubbles burst, and turn into foam.
Relax. Take seat in this chair. Lean back. Feel the masseuse’s hands run over face, rubbing cool moisture everywhere. Relax. Don’t worry. Take a sip of this lemonade. Relax while we take away everything that’s important to you.
I enter in the spa with i a free mind. I don’t want to think, just to relax and forget about him. I want to escape of here, to go anywhere. With nobody. Just me and my mind. Just me and my imagination. Just be alone. Far away.
I love the spa. Relaxing. Fun. Stuff to do. Get pampered and feel like a princess. WHat is spa to you? Is it your house or is luxury 5 star waiting on your hand and fe
Fucking spa. It’s not like there was ANYTHING better for them to do, nope, why would I give a damn if they go a goddamn spa and leave me here to do all their work.
A day-time spa rarely gets the people it should get in this part of town. It’s not a profitable business model, at least not here. It’s just that people don’t really like to go to spas; they prefer the hustle and bustle of city life and can’t really relax. The people who do indulge in day-time spas, however, range from the elderly to horny couples who have too much dignity to rent a motel, and of course, the occasional traveler, a man like yourself; obsessed with spas and how they work.
I make a spa at home, a means of taking meticulous care of myself. It’s a silly little word, and I seldom use it — but it brings to mind the idea of taking care of my body, my self.
The sun was rising high into the sky and I felt sweat pouring in rivulets down my body. My muscles were aching and my heart racing; This is exactly the mental health day at the spa that I needed
I walked into the spa cringing. Why the hell am i here? This isn’t going to solve anything, i must have been having a weak moment of depression when agreeing to come here. This day was going to be so embarrassing, it was going to ruin my reputation. My life.
Spas are for rich people. Spa, spa, spa. Where does that word come from? Is it Swedish, or do I just associate it with Swedish massages? The letter S seems inherently Swedish. I’ve never been to a spa – not sure it’s worth the money, but it probably would be relaxing.
Relax and let the suds soak in
Slip silently into the stream
Of water pouring from between
Two rocks, artificially beautiful,
Crafted with hands
That moulded clay as others
Might shape muscle,
Twisting, turning, pulling and pressing
In the span of a breath of espoused relief.
i spend all day at the spa relaxing, when in reality i hate the spa. I hate everything about it, but society says i must go there to relax so I go. Besides i won it on a game show because i just couldn’t get enough points for a car. so here i am pretending to relax
Disembodied hands waltzed across my back. In the process, they seemed to tear out the stress of the last week, leaving a renewed spirit and an empty slate for the days to come.
Spa , somewhere that is supposed to make you relaxed ,I have never been there but I really think it is kinda impressive you just go and RELAX! exciting isnt it? but I would rather just chill at somewhere outdoors then paying tons of money
I recall going to a spa once, when I was in probably fifth grade, with two of my closest friends. They were twins, tall and graceful with pale skin and shiny brown hair that reached their waists. I recall feeling incredibly awkward around them, never as beautiful. My golden-tanned skin didn’t look as soft and pretty as their ivory skin, and my thin, almond eyes paled in comparison to their wide eyes.
I never really went there, not that I even want to. But they say ‘You never know’ and it might be true in this case. You never really know what’s about to happen. Perhaps one day, Spa will by me second home.
I like spas. They smell nice, and make me feel fantastic. Of course I haven’t been to one in a while. I want to go to a spa in like, Thailand or something. That would be awesome. But I’m not rich. I’m a broke college kid. No money for Thailand.. Darn.
The spa was her escape, where she could feel pretty and pampered, clean and important. But when she got home she had to face reality. She was ugly, unloved, and a nobody. That’s what her hubby would tell her at least. And maybe he was right. It certainly seemed that way. But the spa was nice. The spa hid her bruises.
The building was humble. A chimney smoked. She sighed as she dropped her bags in the foyer, wondering just how long she would stay here. Everything was so cozy and inviting.
The spa was warm, with one woman sitting in the corner. A towel over head hiding her face. She may have been asleep or maybe in deep thought, maybe meditating, or maybe…
Relax…. oh bubbles… water! Everybody should have time to just go and enjoy a beautiful day in a spa without thinking about anything!
a place to relax. to simply enjoy being completely at ease and alone. treatments, massage, sauna, steam, pool, hot rocks and cucumbers on top of my eyes. the perfect getaway and someplace to just forget everything and let go of all the stress. it’s like paradise on earth and puts a smile on my face.
I sat down on the massage bed, unable to relax. I should have been lying down but somehow I needed the massousse to help me move my own joints, as if they lacked all autonomous oomph or will to relax me.
Random place that people go to to relax and be pampered. Women like going there more than men. There are facilities for massaging, manicures, pedicures and usually there are jacuzzis
relaxed cool sexy soft and refreshing out of this time daydreaming
Cool and refreshing, warm and relaxing. Your pick. For only 29.99 you can be rejuvenated or calmed by our professional spa experts. We have packages for every age, gender, and body type. Couples, too! Don’t forget, spa gift cards make great presents for birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, and more!
relaxation at its finest. the soothing takes over your soul and releases you from your daily stress. no worries will join you, no sadness engulfs you. just you and the spa.free.living and breathing truly for just a moment. how often do we as humans get to enjoy the serenity life offers.nature is a spa.your own personal one.
I went to the spa, thankful for the time. To sit. to think. to just let go of life for a little bit. i took note of the cool cucumbers resting on my eyes, the paste drying and cracking against my skin, drawingout my imperfections. my flaws. i wish it did that
I went into the mist filled room as my troubles melted away beneath my sweat drenched body. At that point in time I really felt a bit more relaxed.
“So I was thinking about going to the spa, but not that one spa, the one with the fat guy with short red hair. No, I was thinking the spa that had…”
“I don’t understand girls at this school,” I grumbled as I set my tray down next to my friend Bobby. The cheerleader was yapping away into her cellphone two tables away. I was surprised that none of the adults had noticed.
Bobby shrugged and played with his “hot dog” with a plastic fork. The cafeteria was never a fun place.
For most people this words evokes, warm water, relaxing salts, massages, well-being. But not for Nuno, whose work on Special Protection Areas for birds made him use the SPA acroniem quite a lot.
Relaxing massages by skilled masseuses. The bubbling of the jacuzzi. The hot steam filled sauna.
Spa. Ah. A relaxing getaway. Relaxation. Pampering. Anything. Eyes done, covered in cool cucumbers. Soft skin?
The thing, the only thing you want after a hard day, a stresfull moment, just to relax, meditate, rflect
AS the woman lay down, the masseuse walked in with a pile of rocks in his hand, waiting for them to get cool enough to place them on her back. She turned her head around and saw this mysterious man, who seemed to be looking back at her, seductively.
a place to unwind, relax, be at peace. beautiful, touching scenery that calms the body and removes all forms of trouble and stress.
can also be overrated, just a mind game and now therapeutic at all, this is my observation.
Fish spa are those little fishes biting away dead skin from your legs will soon turn into a piranha.
Various scents and faces surround me. Vulnerable, I blush, slowly composing myself when realization hits me: I will never see these people again, but we are all here for a temporary peace.
Warm foam bubbles form around your toes, slowly curling around them. You feel their smooth surfaces, its tender, silly touch it has on you. You giggle. Slowly, you bend your toes and watch the bubbles burst, and turn into foam.
Relax. Take seat in this chair. Lean back. Feel the masseuse’s hands run over face, rubbing cool moisture everywhere. Relax. Don’t worry. Take a sip of this lemonade. Relax while we take away everything that’s important to you.
I enter in the spa with i a free mind. I don’t want to think, just to relax and forget about him. I want to escape of here, to go anywhere. With nobody. Just me and my mind. Just me and my imagination. Just be alone. Far away.
I love the spa. Relaxing. Fun. Stuff to do. Get pampered and feel like a princess. WHat is spa to you? Is it your house or is luxury 5 star waiting on your hand and fe
a place to go to be pampered and looked after, fun.
Fucking spa. It’s not like there was ANYTHING better for them to do, nope, why would I give a damn if they go a goddamn spa and leave me here to do all their work.
A day-time spa rarely gets the people it should get in this part of town. It’s not a profitable business model, at least not here. It’s just that people don’t really like to go to spas; they prefer the hustle and bustle of city life and can’t really relax. The people who do indulge in day-time spas, however, range from the elderly to horny couples who have too much dignity to rent a motel, and of course, the occasional traveler, a man like yourself; obsessed with spas and how they work.
I make a spa at home, a means of taking meticulous care of myself. It’s a silly little word, and I seldom use it — but it brings to mind the idea of taking care of my body, my self.
The sun was rising high into the sky and I felt sweat pouring in rivulets down my body. My muscles were aching and my heart racing; This is exactly the mental health day at the spa that I needed
I walked into the spa cringing. Why the hell am i here? This isn’t going to solve anything, i must have been having a weak moment of depression when agreeing to come here. This day was going to be so embarrassing, it was going to ruin my reputation. My life.
Spas are for rich people. Spa, spa, spa. Where does that word come from? Is it Swedish, or do I just associate it with Swedish massages? The letter S seems inherently Swedish. I’ve never been to a spa – not sure it’s worth the money, but it probably would be relaxing.
Relax and let the suds soak in
Slip silently into the stream
Of water pouring from between
Two rocks, artificially beautiful,
Crafted with hands
That moulded clay as others
Might shape muscle,
Twisting, turning, pulling and pressing
In the span of a breath of espoused relief.
spa, time is for fags, and people how care about too mucho about ther dying body
that are not going to be in future tomorrow.