Right there with you on the Gillmore thing, Trudy.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Good- afternoon I suppose- everyone. I have a day off of work unexpectedly. It's mostly a good thing, because I have laundry and dishes, and I need to be at work early Monday because my computer's down, and I can use someone elses to get stuff done, but I don't want to be in anyone's way.
However, it also meant I was home to get the phone call a few minutes ago telling me that a friend died last night after falling asleep in her running car with the garage door shut. It also means I'm by myself at the house without anything but housework to keep me busy.
DJ, I'm so sorry.
Daisy, that's awful. I'm so sorry.
It sounds like one of those urban legend stories, doesn't it? Designed to scare people away from drinking and driving. It's bizarre.
Daisy Jane, my condolences.
{{{Daisy Jane}}}
How awful. I'm so sorry Daisy.
Dear God in Heaven.
I'm so very sorry, Daisy. That's just awful.
How awful, Daisy. I'm so sorry.
Oh, Daisy. I'm so sorry.