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Things to be thankful for.

My birthday is around Thanksgiving. I don't really like it, but it isn't something i've got any form of control over. V-day conception means a Thanksgivingish birthday. Quite a few people in my life and family suffer the same fate. But you know what is pretty cool? I get to see my family every year on or around my birthday because the turkey day is a big deal for them. This year, by dessert, we saw at least 55 people through the door.

I don't really like turkey. But you know what? Every year my family also has ham for me and the other turkey naysayers (gobblesayers?). I chow down on that ham like the puppy i am. And really, who is going to forsake delicious ham in favor of turkey. Hammmmmmmmm.

This is the first time i've seen both my parents in person since i came out to them about poly. And no one freaked out. They bold told me they loved me. The written message in my birthday card almost made me cry. The good tears i mean.

Daddy is sleeping next to me, finally not tossing and turning. He is the best Daddy and one of the greatest things to ever happen to me. I can not put into words how lucky and grateful i am to have this man in my life.

I saw my cousin last night, my favorite cousin. If i were male, i'd be him. If he were female, he'd be me. We're the exact same kind of weird, and geeky and artistic. Through him i've found the PERFECT satchel. Something i've been looking for for years. I ordered it last night.

My best friend (male friend) came over last night. I haven't seen him in at least 2 years. We talked about a lot of things... We're going on a date tonight. Like a date-date, not a 'friends hang out' date. I've known him for 14 years. I've had the biggest crush ever on him for 14 years and now we're going on a date.

Tummy butterflies galore.

There's more, but my battery is about to die on my laptop.

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