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Today, I have seen adverts for a Johnny Cash compilation album and a Savage Garden compilation album. One of my friends at university, Nia, told me that I was an advertiser's dream, and I think I'm proving her right again, dammit. Never mind the panicked rush of buying a gazillion gifts for friends and family that has recently gripped me... I have a feeling that £20 of my paycheque on Wednesday is going towards selfish me, me, me presents. Ahahaha.

Also, just watched Notting Hill. Nearly choked on schmaltz. I am far too cynical too exist in the same world as cheesemeister Richard Curtis.