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The amazing (and possibly insane) mickeym just sent me a Surprise Box 'O NSYNC Swag -- stationery and buttons and ALL FIVE unofficial pocket companions, which, good God, are so adorable I'm considering having them surgically attached to my face -- for absolutely no reason. I mean, maybe I've been a little more sad sack-ish than usual lately, but, hell, I spent the entirety of my teenhood trapped in a surly funk bubble of my own making and Lord knows that never warranted any RANDOM SWAG BOMBS.

Jesus, Kim. Jesus.

I'm not gonna rant about karma, or Jebus, or the Milk of Human Kindness, 'cos I can just about picture all of LJ slowly backing away from me as I work myself into a crying frenzy, and...no. Just no. But if you were here right now, I'd...well. I'd probably put you in an awkward headlock, or attempt some extremely misguided Manly Arm Punching, 'cos I get stupid when I get verklempt. The love, though! The love would shine through!

From 3:25 to 4:12, behold, my swag-unwrapping face:

"Tim Curry in The Worst Witch" (Watch on YouTube)