I feel like I'm waiting out for Jim. Waiting out for my Jim, shall I say...
I don't think he's too far away. Maybe we'll meet in an office, like Pam's Jim. Maybe my publishing office when I'm an editor. Maybe we'll meet in a coffee shop one day. Or we'll accidently whack into each other down Lambton Quay. or skiing in Canada. Or going down the canal in Venice.
Who freaking knows.
But I think I will...Pam met her Jim at like, what, late twenties?
I'm only 21.
He'll come along.
i'm mega excited.
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