C.A. Sullivan, 2008-12-17
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There's a half-written e-mail on my computer to someone called Jimmy. Who the heck is Jimmy and why would I be
Oh shit. SHIT. Not again.
Okay, this is not that serious. There's a lot on my mind, sometimes things just slip, that's all. It doesn't have to be a big deal. I need to start making notes to myself, that's all. A crib sheet. Just in case. No big deal.
Jimmy = James Olsen, my boyfriend. Fiancé. Almost. Photographer. Works at the Daily Planet. Likes to wear bowling shirts. Proposed to me with a plastic ring out of a vending machine. The man I love.
SHIT. If I'm forgetting Jimmy now... What do I do?
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There's a half-written e-mail on my computer to someone called Jimmy. Who the heck is Jimmy and why would I be
Oh shit. SHIT. Not again.
Okay, this is not that serious. There's a lot on my mind, sometimes things just slip, that's all. It doesn't have to be a big deal. I need to start making notes to myself, that's all. A crib sheet. Just in case. No big deal.
Jimmy = James Olsen, my boyfriend. Fiancé. Almost. Photographer. Works at the Daily Planet. Likes to wear bowling shirts. Proposed to me with a plastic ring out of a vending machine. The man I love.
SHIT. If I'm forgetting Jimmy now... What do I do?
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