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Today I am thankful for experts. 


I'm officially angry. 

I've been talking to experts.

I guess it is not uncommon for people who leave stalkerish men to return because of the stalking. 

The only way to stop that is to get a restraining order. 

Even the government has done research on stalking by former intimates.  This is really what we are. 

If I haven't been banged in six years, I guess that makes Mike a former intimate. 

Fifty percent of all stalking cases are former intimates. 

So....

I guess that is what I need to do; get a restraining order/no contact order against Mike and his sister. 

I also need to change my name.  Damn....I did this once before when Mike convinced me that another ex was the one that cut my transmission hose. 

You know, my transmission line has been cut a couple of times since. 

Hmmmmm.....

I have the most disgusting name on the planet but I'm used to it. 

I don't want to change it again! 

Damn...

stupid...

I need to move to another state. 

I need to give up my identity. 

I need to funnel my recording business through an LLC in another state. 

I need to give up my occupation since there are few women doing what I do. 

I am so fucking angry! 

I prayed for them. 

I wished that they would get what they need. 

They come back and scare the hell out of me. 

I can't afford to take pity on predators any longer. 

The message is getting pretty clear: I have to lose my identity because of a spoiled brat and his jealous sister. 

Oooooh!

Hell hath no fury like an angry Irish witch. 

Tuesday is a full moon day.   It's the best day to honor Ares. 

Fuck with me at your peril. 

I wonder if I could find a spell for permanent shrinkage and incredible weight gain. 

I am THAT mad!

This morning I go to the cops again. 

They probably won't do anything except blame Mike and urge me to go to a battered women's shelter. 

I won't do that. 

I won't live on the public dole; that's a Libertarian curse. 

Thankfully, I have friends who are experts at voodoo. 

Have fun Jackwipes!! 

I only cast spells to keep them too busy to fuck with other people.  Cursing them will be a labor of love.

Love ya,

S. 


Edit: This is funny

I took control of my old bank accounts.  Do you know where the money is going? 

McDonalds!!!! 

No wonder he weighs 500 pounds!!! 

eeewww....

No matter.  

I'm still working on nailling the stalker.  That'll take a little more time. 

Love ya,

S.


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