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I thought I'd take this opportunity to wish those of you in the USA a Happy Thanksgiving, or happy pre-Thanksgiving. Please be safe and responsible, Thanksgiving is the most traveled holiday in the US and there are lots of drunk people.  Friends don't let friends drink and drive, right? :3

Kamm and I celebrated my birthday yesterday and today (since my birthday actually falls the day after Thanksgiving this year, and I hate celebrating it then because no one is ever around).  Kamm spent the last few months making a wonderful birthday weekend for me. There was an incredible co-topping knife threesome scene-thing between him and a friend of ours (whose wonderful life partner gave him the ok to do this).  I was blindfolded for most of it but there were many pokes and prods and bites and squeals. I love knives, so this was absolutely wonderful for me.

The next day Kamm took me out and surprised me with a visit from my oldest male friend (OMG We've known each other for OVER 10 YEARS! We're old enough to be doing things for OVER 10 YEARS. HI). He reads this blog so I can put secret messages to him in it.

Now we're back at home ramping up for Thanksgiving.  Since we live in the Americas and whatnot.  I'm still completely spaced out because of all the surprises and things.

Love you all! See you all after Thanksgiving.

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