bad day

ugh.
there are some days that i just can't take it. it's just too much.
i know i should be nice. i know i should just deal with it and let it go. but everything inside me wants to scream. how dare you! i want to yell. leave me alone! you don't deserve my attention! you don't deserve my obedience!
but even as i think of everything i want to say, i know in my heart that it's exactly what satan wants. he doesn't want me to let it go. he tells me over and over that i have the right to be angry and upset. but he's wrong.
and it's the days i start to believe him that i suffer the most.
i'm sorry, God. i'm sorry, dad.

Love, krystal.

royal foot and spa place

i got my first massage ever the other day. it was mainly a foot massage with a little back and legs action. sound awkward? yes. it was.
i mean, it was really nice, once i got over the fact that some 20-something chinese guy who only knew about 2 words of english was touching my feet...with lotion...
let's just say i'm really happy to know i will probably never see that guy again.

i realize i haven't actually said anything of substance, but i just needed to throw that out there.
moral of the story: massages are nice. travel far from home for them.....and tip your masseuse.

Love, krystal