FUCK YOU, GOOGLE.
Good to know that when I search my name in Google, there are two pages worth of things that are actually about me. WTF. Three years ago, the real me didn't make an appearance until about page 4, and that was just a high school graduation announcement.
Good to know that if anyone wants to stalk me, they have every resource at their fingertips in 0.34 seconds. I mean, I shouldn't use my real name on things like Twitter and LJ, and Facebook... but really? From those three sites alone, one could determine far too many things about my life than I am actually comfortable with. Great. Really. Tomorrow I am going through the privacy settings of everything that comes up in a Google search and picking fake names for each and every one of them to which I still have a functional password. And until then, I think I'm going to sleep with a phone under my pillow and my window locked. I hope it stays cool tonight.
UGHHH.
Good to know that if anyone wants to stalk me, they have every resource at their fingertips in 0.34 seconds. I mean, I shouldn't use my real name on things like Twitter and LJ, and Facebook... but really? From those three sites alone, one could determine far too many things about my life than I am actually comfortable with. Great. Really. Tomorrow I am going through the privacy settings of everything that comes up in a Google search and picking fake names for each and every one of them to which I still have a functional password. And until then, I think I'm going to sleep with a phone under my pillow and my window locked. I hope it stays cool tonight.
UGHHH.