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It's February 14th (although my computer thinks it's in another time zone, so the little date stamp here says it's February 13th), the perfect day to come clean about something I've been holding inside me for a while now. I'm in love with my boss. <3. <3<3<3. If you're reading this, don't worry, I won't get in the way of your relationship with your boyfriend. It's strictly platonic between us. No, platonic's not the right word. It's a total girl crush. The kind where you wish you were her and you start dressing like her and talking like her and eating the same food she eats and following her home every night. No wait. That's Single White Female. This is a girl crush. The kind where you want to grow up and be just like her. I guess that's also called admiration in some parts of the world. You know, the less developed parts where almost 20% of children under 18 are poverty stricken and 15% of citizens don't have health insurance. No wait. That's America. But back to my girl crush, who I'll refer to from now on as my boss because that's probably the way she would want me to refer to her in a meeting because people might get confused and then the point of the meeting would be obfuscated by people wondering exactly what I meant by that, what I like about her is that she's not afraid to take someone who doesn't know everything about everything, and mentor that person. It's rare in this world to go to an interview, admit you don't have experience in the job you're applying for and have someone say, "I think you'll grow into it."

And since you ask, I was always really crappy in art class in elementary school. I never took home my art projects because they were so bad. The teacher would take the first few minutes of class and make a sample of whatever that week's project was. You know, a turkey made of tissue paper and pipe cleaners. But when I tried to replicate it, all I would get is a big oval, to which I always applied googly eyes liberally. Now and again I'll make someone a homemade card. I should probably just go to Hallmark and spare everyone involved, but it's sort of become a thing for the people I care about. Maybe it's really just a form of catharsis. The net of this all is that I think I'll stock up on googly eyes because I miss them.