11 47 pm pst   [ who's the boss? ]

Matthew and I were invited to dinner at the house his boss just purchased. The home was really stunning, I enjoy he and his wife, and I adore their little daughter. The above picture is a portrait she made of me.

Matthew had the pressure of being at his boss' home, but I figured that as long as I didn't drool on myself, it was no pressure.

And we got a beautiful sunset on our drive down.

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The problem with liking your boss is that you actually feel bad if you do something wrong.

I didn't write because I was sick.

And though I am not in school anymore, Matthew still is, so I still find myself thinking in semeters.

I put a little oil in a cup, twirled my hair together and put it in the cup, and then poured more oil into the cup.