Seriously. It hurts a lot. It’s not to chiropractor levels, but it hurts. This image about sums up the sensation I have going on between my shoulder blades.
Yeah. So my upper back is filled with searing white hot pain and my lower back is like a constant throbbing baseline of aches. And I’m sitting int he office chair trying to pretend that it’s not affecting my day, when really it is.
So, really. I need a fucking back rub. I don’t want a sen-sue-all massage. I want someone to rub my back, get all of these stupid knots out and in return, maybe I’ll make you pancakes.
All I know is I can’t afford a massage therapist right now, but I need someone to just kneed my back for a good 30 minutes.
So, what do you say? I’ll trade you for, I dunno… what do I do well… I could write something for you. Or I could buy you a beer. I’m good at those things.
Also, if we agree to this deal, you have to promise not to tell anyone about the way I moan when I get a back rub, ok?