Ginger. Sending virtual hate bombs to fate.
Spike ,'Get It Done'
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.
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.
Yes, but we are here today, ready to listen a little, ready to imagine raising a glass to the awesomeness that is the tasty brain of Ginger K.
I believe I shall continue checking in. I've missed your pixels.
It was just briefly all too much
Just because it was brief doesn't mean it wasn't gut-rippingly painful.
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.
That's just because you're a stone fucking badass.
I've had that feeling. Even without having had a walking past, there are still days when I look down at my chair and think about how long forever is. And then, I had friends for whom it wasn't very, not at all.