Stolen from everyone

If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please leave a comment to this post with a memory you have of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. Once you've left a comment, post this little paragraph on your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

[All verses, just let me know which.]

Twitter

Because dl_greenarrow made me do it. Not really.

I don't know how much I will actually use it, or how much Chloe will let me use it, but here it is:
http://twitter.com/chloe_sullivan

Packing up with dl_greenarrow

Chloe wasn't exactly sure how it had happened but for some reason, in the matter of a few days, she had come back from Star City with a new job, had accepted Oliver's proposal to move into the Clocktower temporarily and was now in the process of packing her things.

The weirdest part of all that? Was that Oliver himself has showed up on her doorstep with fresh coffee and bagels just after ten to help her pack things up. And he had been helping a lot. In the last couple of hours they had packed most her kitchen and now, while she started going through her clothes, she had given him the living room.

"If you find any mail that's over six months old, you can trash it." She told him, grateful for his help.