Ginger, that is a day deserving of a meltdown. Can I send you some virtual bourbon?
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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. (((hugs))) Why don't I pour you a nice virtual shot of that Eagle Ridge you liked?
Ugh, Ginger, I'm sorry. I'm so looking forward to seeing you in person soon.
May the terror be behind you soon, Ginger.
Ginger. Sending virtual hate bombs to fate.
Ginger, that is beyond yucky. I am so sorry.
That's pretty horrible. I'm sure people will step up for you, but we're all hoping it won't be for a long time.
I'm sorry Ginger.
I'm so sorry, Ginger.
This shouldn't be about me. It was just briefly all too much. I'll be okay when I get over my post-meltdown hangover.