Sorta - I listen to the BBM soundtrack at work (in its entirety) day after day after day after day. I don't know why, and I have no idea how I can possibly to do this without getting sick of it, but do it I do. I know the sound so well that I hardly hear it in some ways, so it's doesn't move me to tears. But I somehow am comforted by it nonetheless.
The person below me keeps one of thos little air freshner leaves hanging from the rear view mirror of their car.