life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings

about fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings

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I leave for South Africa tomorrow.

TOMORROW.

Not sure I’m really handling this, it does not seem real.

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Does anyone else get really sick of drinking? I’ve been out so much in the last week and will continue to do so next week. I literally can’t take any more vodka but mixing my drinks always ends in disaster :S

On the plus side, I just ordered 5 new books so when I am a hungover mess I at least have something to read.

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Oh Newcastle Town, how I have missed your overpriced clubs and dangerous trebles, the steroid spice boys at every turn, your awful music that somehow forces me to dance and your inappropriatley cobbled and uneven streets.

We shall be reunited this eve :D Now just a shift to get through and the speediest change of my life!

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