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AWOL.COM/Alice Edwards’ Travel Blog: Living My Dream and Feeling Very #Blessed
30 April – 10.15 p.m.
Good evening, dream chasers,
Just a quick philosophical message because I am feeling philosophical for no reason, to remind you all to follow your heart. For you know not what might happen tomorrow. What if you were to wake up dead in the morning? What would you sayif you were dead? If you were a charred corpse right now, what would you do??? Think about that!!! Have you told everyone you love that you love them? We are all so #blessed to live this life, remind yourself of thatEVERY DAY. Be kind to yourself and others. Enjoy every moment of your existence in the sun. Look up, look around, embrace life – and also please stop watching that YouTube video fromthe Teddy Awards. I meanFFSdon’t you people have better things to do? There are 900 comments on it now and some of them are really mean.
#EmbraceLife #HugLovedOnes
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COMMENTS:
Hannah Edwards
|luv u 2 sis
Alice Edwards
Replying to Hannah Edwards
|Cheers for the support, Hannah.
Here ismy last will and testament:
I bequeath everything I own to my brother, Mark, my sister, Hannah, and my best friend Eva. Because there is really no one else in my sad empty sad life. And actually, I don’t really have anything to bequeath so why am I doing this? I have no home, no savings, no valuable antiques. Even my iPhone is cracked to fuck and would cost more to fix than it would be worth.
So, actually, I’m not sure my loved ones will want the bother. Sure, Hannah and Eva can have my jewellery, but I doubt they’ll want that either, since it’s mostly from Accessorize and my favourite ring turns my finger green. The most expensive thing I own is a bag from River Island, but the lining is ripped. Oh well, tell Eva she can have that because Hannah won’t know the difference betweenthat and the other Primark ones.
TellTDI hope he is sad that I am dead, and I hope this teaches him to treat women better in future because my premature end is all his fault for being mean to me. And actually, also tell him not to date anyone else or I’ll haunt him.
This last will and testament feels like it got petty?
So, my Uber driver is trying to kill me. He’s drivingwith one hand and texting – while also singing along loudly to Lionel Richie. And everyone knows that’s not safe driving music because you’re singing too loudly to concentrate.
This is so unfair! I have so much to live for! I should never have left England! Everyone told me to download Lyft, theyTOLD ME. But did I listen? Obviously I did not and now I’m in a death trap with a driver whohas nearly crashed four times in the ten minutes since he picked me up. I am actually genuinely terrified. He is a lunatic, driving well over 100 mph and swerving in and out of other cars on the motorway. I’m clinging on to the door handle for – and I don’t say this lightly – dear life.
I am fully about to lose my shit with him.
But I must not.
My Uber rating is analready-dire 3.5because of my inability to not be shitty with drivers. If it goes any lower, I’ll never get picked up. I need my rating to survive at least another few weeks while I’m here.
I must not say anything.
Even if it costs me my life.
Sigh. How come other British people are so much better with the stiff upper lip thing?
The mad driver suddenly veers across three whole lanes with one handwaving his phone, where his satnav is offering directions that he is ignoring.
I can resist the pull of my inherent shittiness no longer.
‘Can you slow the fuck down please?’ I say loudly, my English accent crisper with rage. He whips round and I fear for a second he will kill us both out of spite.
Instead he throws back his head and laughs maniacally.
