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For possibly the first year, I made a point to talk to every one of my boys in person, easy with the two in attendance, harder with the three I had to reach only by phone.

It's harder to say whether the unexpected "I love you too" or the unexpected "That is all (except to say I love you)" made me tear up harder. I am _so_ lucky, over and over and over again.

New Years is my holiday for loved ones, it occurs to me, forget Valentines and all the associated frip. This will be the fourth straight year that I fall asleep far too late, curled between two¹ of my boys, and I don't think I'd have it any other way (I've no idea of what happens once I've got a New Years with three of them in attendance!)

And of course, New Years is for friends too, and I spent the night surrounded by those of mine and mom's. There were games, and a post-sunset walk, and much cuddling and scritches and laughing and joking and just...being with people I adore. I lost at Family Business and Guillotine, but I won at least a game or two of Shadow Hunters, and I got to "help" in a lovely round or two of TransAmerica. Lovely games, with lovely people.

Tomorrow of course will be more of that. You're all invited. Even those of you who are going to travel from Boston to make it.

I have some thoughts to better myself over the new year, continue writing, perhaps even focusing my attentions into a new project --I'd like to see if I could have the discipline to maintain it. You'll all hear of it in March, if I seem to be able to do it well, or never, if I seem not.

I'd like to continue bettering my language. Jokingly, I was telling people my resolution was to replace all swears with the word "smurf". I want to get over my demons, I want to know all my demons, so I know what I have to fight. I want to get up each morning with my alarm.

Truly, what I want most is to keep being wonderful, and for each and every one of you to keep being wonderful as well. I am so blessed to know the people I know, and so happy to have them be a part of my life, even the ones who fade or I don't see as often. You are a wonder and you all make me proud to be alive and human and a part of this great creation.

Have a smurfing fantastic 2011.

~Sor
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1: Okay, 09/10 was one of my boys and one of my wishes the night of, and two of my boys the next couple nights after that, but close enough, shh. And yes, technically 07/08 was none of my boys, just two people who I _very much wanted_ to be my boys. Both of whom were by the end of the month. Fear me, as appropriate.

So, I'm mildly irked at myself that I'm not more manipulative. I am, after all, an eighteen year old HBB¹. I should have the world wrapped around my finger and a golden pony by now, yeah?

~Sor
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(This post brought to you by reading way too much dot_poly_snark. Thank you livejournal.)

1: HBB = Hot Bi Babe. That elusive poly element that you can't actually ever find, ever, but it would so make your relationship perfect. They don't really exist. :D