Never ever in your life mention my daughter again

Being attacked by strange and senseless people on the Internet is not a new thing to me.

I was once threatened by with gang rape by some moron on twitter. I reported this as the user was threatening teenage girls with the same. Twitter did nothing about it. They have a strange view of how people should behave towards others. Free speech and the right to threaten are two different things.

Today someone took to twitter to try and "tell tales" on me. That's fine, the came unstuck when they just tweeted it at me. They tried to use this blog against me, silly person saying I was slating the place I work. So this person reads my blog. It is also clear that this person knows me but chooses to hide behind the Internet rather than talk to me about the issues they clearly have with me.

What angered me so much today was that this cunt of a fucknut chose to use my daughters name to send these tweets. My 9 year old daughter. When I first saw this tweet I was shaking with anger. The content had no effect (thanks teach), say what you want about me. I was mildly peeved this person chose to tweet at my place of work. I was utterly disgusted and appalled that some person who has been in my life, either now or in the past would choose to involve my daughter.

This is the most deplorable behaviour I have ever encountered and I have see people act like utter pricks. Dear readers, friends, you who did this, a line was crossed. I was with the kids dad when this happened. He is not best pleased either. Now I am not going to take the childish root here. I have screen grabs off the tweets send. I have screen grabs of the user name (@mymumisaslag). I have the links to the tweets. The account has now been deleted. But before it was deleted it was reported to the police and twitter.

You must use an email address to set up a twitter account so I am sure soon enough I will find out who did this. It has been added to the previous police report I made as I can only assume that this is the same person. I am not going to threaten violence or be drawn in to an argument. I will do whatever I can to protect my daughter and I will, if I can, press charges.

My last word on the matter: You are a sick twisted individual. They speed at which you chose to delete your account makes me think you realised you made a huge mistake.

Come at me all you want. Never ever in your life mention my daughter again.

Get off my land

There is this feeling I have, it’s not fear. But a feeling, about relationships.

 I know entirely that I do not want a relationship (now) with someone that lives in this fair town. I can’t stand the thought of someone just turning up at my door, or demanding my time at short notice. Of course I am all for whimsy. Whimming is how I get through life which explains my ever changing hair colour, which is often done on a whim.

Still, I am so accustomed to my own space that I think I need a whole towns worth of space. Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying I want to be all on my own for the rest of my life. I don’t. Just right now I think long distance is for me. Or even medium distance. I don’t have a secret life that I would want to hide from any future significant other. In fact, I am all up for sharing all the skeletons in my closet.

I want to escape this wee-wee soaked heck hole on the weekends. Go on adventures around the country. Yes, I know I can do that with a chap from here. I don’t want to tar all the chaps with the same brush but in general in this town they have big fish syndrome. They think they are big fish, they can go out on a Saturday night and know someone in every pub they go in. But let us not forget this is a small town.

All this thinking and talking with some Sg ladies made me think of Blue Eyes. Not thought of him in a long time. That was long distance. That made me so happy. But looking back now I should have known it would end badly. Everyone said so, I was just too besotted to listen. The things I know now make it so obvious he was sleeping with the woman he left me for when we were still together. That still hurts bit I am no longer bitter about it. I hope he is happy out there doing whatever he does. Our paths will never cross again. And that is for the best.

 

It seems strange looking back on relationships now. how I behaved in them and towards the people around me. How I have learnt. There is still that one that plagues the back of my mind at night with what ifs. But the sensible me knows there was that one thing that would have ended it all eventually. It's not good that it ended when it did, I was a broken woman. and the way it ended was horrific. But it's done and them 6 months of happiness I wouldn't change for the world.

 

So here is to the future. I do hope it starts this weekend.

 

XX

Advice please

So I have been in my new job a week and a half. Don't get me wrong, I like it, but it doesn't pay a lot. 

I can hear you all now, money doesn't buy you happiness Dougal. Well, yeah it does. Name someone that is happy being skint and I like buying things and going places. 

It's a bit weird being trapped in Swindon. I hate the morning traffic. Not that I have been that trapped. I did escape to Reading and Bristol last weekend.  

The more and more I think about it the more I am drawn to London. Everything I want it there. Lifestyle, career, education, art, culture. But then there is friends, family, the kids school and family.

Here at the west end of the m4 corridor I lead a happy existence, well you know apart from the looming presence of depression.  

I am in a quandary. I want to go. I want to start a new life. But I want to stay here and go annoy Emily at weekends. play I dare you to eat that with Hollie. Wake up on Sams sofa. Drink gin with Nathan and Dougie. 

I'm going to think on it more but I really would appreciate your views lovely readers.  

What rhymes with hug me?

I've put together a short list of things that rhyme with hug me for those of you that were stuck on this one.

Bug Bee - That bug is a bee
Chug Gee - There is Dolly the chug, gee.
Doug Be - Doug be all over the place today, he's crazy.
Drug Free - The correct way if we are talking illegal substances
Dug Oui - Can I get that dug? Oui
Jug Key - The key, for the jug.
Lug Pee - Something no one wants to do.
Mug Pea - The Pea, for the mug.
Plug Lee (in) - To charge him up.
Pug Plea - A plea from all the pugs out there, with their cute little faces.
Rug See - It's a rug, see.
Shrug Spree - What you can't get enough of shrugging.
Slug He - That slug is a male
Smug Sea - No one likes when the sea is smug, with it's waves and it's lapping on the shore.
Snug Ski - This ski fits lovely
Thug She - A female thug
Tug Tee - When your tee is stuck in the grass, tug it.

oh and I want to add this one. Puffy!!

Puffy rhymes with hug me!

As does ritzy.

8 years on

So after 8 years I am leaving. 

Tomorrow is my last day working with all the guys and girls at the water factory. I can honestly say I'm am tearing up already. 

So much as happened so let's start at the beginning. 

I started as a temp. No plans to make a life out of it. Just needed some money for me, the kid and the kids dad. I was 22 had no tattoos and long brown hair. We were living in a small flat with abis god-dad above a shop. A shop were abis god-mum worked. 

Her god-parents have since got married and started a beautiful little family of their own.  

Since then I have moved in to my own place. The kids dad and I split up. It was a massively hard time for us both. We're friends now, so that's nice.  

I have lost some good friends. I won't dwell on this. We all know. The only thing that made it bearable was standing at the funerals holding hands with you, my friends I met at the water factory.  

There have been marriages and children. New relationships and break ups. And through it all there have been that one constant. People left and new people started. I made the best friends of my life and laughed so much it hurt. 

It's going to be a bittersweet day leaving. It's time for a whole new life for me. I am scared and excited. The only one thing I do know is that I will miss every single one of you. 

So, there are too many to name but all of you who have touched my life over the years the one message I have for you is thank you. 

Here's to you

John, Helen, Boyce, Clare, Sarah, Wendy, Leigh, Nathan, Stacie, Stacey, Chris, Barry, elton, Alice, Gingell, cara, Gary, James, Tina, Hayley, Wayne, Paul, Kevin, Neil, Tracey, reebs, Rory, Naomi, Nathan, Jenna, jody, Kate, Kelly, Kerry, mel, Mandy, Sam, Sara, Liam, Lisa, rob, Nicola, Ben, Martin, Natasha, Shaun, Simon, Stuart, Sophie, Amanda.. 

If I have missed you I am sorry.  

when I first met you

When the bestie and I first met she didn't like me. I was not too fussed on her either.

One drunken conversation in the toilets later followed: "I didn't like you when I first met you, now I do". Years later she is my trusted confidant and maker of yummy dinners.

I have had this conversation quite a few times in my life. Usually followed by uncomfortable hugs on a par with step brothers.

What is it that people see that makes them think I am an immoral bitch, that, if not watched, may potentially kick a kitten?

I am not being all woe is me you misjudged me I'm so sad. I don't give a shit about what opinion you have of me. After all, it's only opinion.

It's seems in the most recent case of this it has come too late. I have let go and I don't think I can face going back on my decision. I appreciate the change of heart but it's too little too late. Here's to the future and all the things that are about to change in such a short space of time.

I think you hate me because you want me
You only want what you can't have
I'm just being who I want to be
But you can't deal with that

You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing
You call me a freak like it means something
Can't get your way so you're so pissed off
I think we know the rest
Get it off your chest
I don't give a shit
I love it when you call me a bitch like it's a bad thing

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Love letters

Well not really. In fact, not at all. Letters from a sociopath / psychopath / someone with some kind of disorder that requires medical attention.

This was posted to the address of my future employees. You can see I added my reply.

I don't know what it's intention was. Maybe to scare me or maybe it's a sick joke. 

It was posted in my home town which makes it a little worse. Some oddball round here has nothing better to do than this. The police were informed and matters are in hand.

I know I am not for everyone:

I am loud. I am disruptive. I would probably say I am obnoxious. I would be the jerk in the band.

If you don't like me, or the way I choose to live my life your best bet would be to avoid me. I really don't have a problem with being cut out. or even not involoved from the outset.

I think I know who sent this, although I currently can't prove it, but one day I will.

All I have left to say on the matter is, if you are reading this, and I believe you are, feel free to carry on your sick campaign. I won't stop doing the things I do. I will continue to be involved with Suicide Girls. I will continue to post the pictures you feel it necessary to report. You can carry on trying to get me banned from facebook and instagram. You can send your passive agressive tweets. I will carry on being friends with the peole you don't want me involved with. You won't get to me. I have no need for you in my life, now, or at any point.

Good luck sicko!