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I've started saying 'buh-bye' instead of bye, see ya, ta-ra, toodle-oo, or any other strain of goodbye. I feel like I'm working in a call centre, but at the same time, I also feel gloriously immature. I've ordered Goo Deluxe Edition off Amazon and I can't wait because it'll be here tomorrow (probably). I mean, it has a song called 'Blowjob' on it, it's bound to rock! I'm going to see the Kaiser Chiefs in a couple of weeks and then in november it's Bob Dylan time, yee-haw! I'm also flat broke but that doesn't matter because I feel so gosh darn happy! I might have a stalker but I think it's more likely to be an admirer and even more likely to be a friend who's only ever seen me twice and that was months ago and he wants to see me again cos he misses me, ain't that just the sweetest thing you ever heard? I'll see what him and Tufty (my best friend at college who left after a week and a half so now I've had to get a new best friend at college and he's a pagan and he gave me a really old sweatband) are doing in a couple of weeks, maybe in half term, yeah that works, so we can go to Nottingham and go to Selectadisc and stuff and junk and yeah. Who's better, Led Zeppelin or the Rolling Stones? Cos I like Zeppelin better, they're the best british band ever in my humble pie of an opinion, uh-huh.