beaming. as in star trek.
tonight i wish there was beaming. you know, as in star trek.
i'd beam you here, j., and bury my face in your armpit and ask you to stroke my hair (not that i'd have to ask, i know you'd do be doing it already anyway) just so that i could relax a little, and feel loved.
instead, i'll open a bottle of cheapo red, turn on some evil loud music with guitars and scrub the bathtub.