I'll know more about the extent and how active it is over the next week. Now I just have to make myself believe I'm in the 10%.
Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, Ginger. Whatever any of us can do, we're here. Sending you all my love.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK.
Oh, Ginger, my love.
Oh, goddamnit, Ginger. No, and fuck no.
I so much wish we lived closer. There are really no words, but even without words at least if we were closer we could clean and fix and give rides and walk Mr. Peabody and just do all the things that need doing that you don't need to be wasting time and energy on. I hate having nothing but words to give you.
I'm so sorry, Ginger.
Oh, Ginger, no.
Oh, fuck cancer! I'm sorry, Ginger.
So sorry, Ginger. All my fingers are crossed that they can do something about it.
I wish I even had the right words to say to you, Ginger, but I know nothing except you're a wonderful person, and I don't want you to have any pain or distress. Oh, how I wish people got what they deserved, because you would be sailing with the clearest skies and the steadiest of winds. I...I don't know.
Ginger, words fail other than I'm so sorry.
And oh HELL yeah, fuck fucking cancer!