Pissed Off

31 years since I declared myself as The Anti Spice to a society that thought female power could be promoted by a box set of labelled ladies in suitably skimpy clothing and unsuitable name tags

That is not how you claim your power, whatever the fuck you identify as.

Right now I’m skipping 31 years to have a rant about anyone of any gender that has a job they are paid for and (especially if that job directly involves the physical or mental health care of another) and feels ok with themselves sitting on their bovine, dullard, unenquiring arses watching others struggle.

The only cunt you are going to have to live with in this existence is YOU and if you think that that behaviour is ok then I hope that doesn’t change when you need care

Anyway, I’ve got grumpier with age but I’ve always been a bit ranty – unfortunately it’s all memory from here so a lot ranty and grumpy

I now seem to exist in a service role – I’m a shit housewife but good at looking after sheep. I have a science degree and am a qualified lawyer (lier – my son’s interpretation which shows great insight) I never would have projected a housewifely vibe but hey – there’s always the potential to change em

I’ve always thought that power comes from being yourself and not bending over to accommodate your peers or society (just don’t bugger others [unless they want it] or get arrested). I don’t have many friends but I don’t break anyone unless they’re a cunt

I have great potential but am a massive underachiever (quote of my mum!!) however I have rarely let embarrassment or fear stop me from being an idiot

I’ve promised my not yet teenage son that whatever he does , I’ve almost certainly done worse so he must talk to me whatever the awesome, muppet has managed – mine have been unbelievably unlikely and moronic with hints of unlikely survival. However, I think I’m taller than I am and hard as fuck – which thus far has saved my face. I am now, however, learning kung fu and I’m defending hard

Well, I doubt anyone will actually read this thing and some cunt has done some weird shit to the account which has taken me 2 hours to rectify – I was nearly renamed cougartiger!!! I have delusions of being a cougar if I had time to take off my wellies and raincoat, shower, ignore the apron and leave the geriatric commune to it’s own devices! Think I’ve made up the road a couple of times but back before 7pm – don’t bother with this if you want me to socialise – my last night out was last December in Bristol for my mates 50th

Feck the lot of ya x