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Valetines Day Eve. Woohoo. My french class starts up again tonight, so perhaps I can learn the language of love really quickly, just in case the man of my dreams somehow materialises tomorrow.

I was in David Jones today, looking for a replacement for my Palm (the paper diary I got is just not going to be the same *sob*. And they had to be playing the Coldplay CD that I lost, just to rub it in my face!). There were so many blokes at the perfume counters throwing their hands in the air helplessly as those porcelain-skinned sales assistants squirted clouds of Poison and J'adore and Dune in their confused faces. Then there were the cheap bastards buying wilted flowers and Cadbury choccies at Superbarn. But it's the thought that counts. Everyone likes to feels to feel lurrrrrved.

I overheard two fifteen year oldish chicks behind me at the ATM planning to get together tomorrow night and eat icecream and comfort each other when they didn't get any valentines. Awww. As for me, I got one today! In the mail and everything. It wasn't signed, but since I only know one person in New Zealand it wasn't too hard to figure out. Thanks Mary :P