As I wait for the bell, the tape deck (you heard right) is playing one of my mom’s old The Who tapes: Who are you? Who, who, who who. I’m avoiding everyone. I don’t want to hear the rumors. The snide remarks. I now know why I have a hundred Facebook notifications. Someone impersonated me and posted the link to the blog on my own page. Another space of mine hacked, and I use pretty strong passwords. At least I’d thought so. @JFlyTrap You’re kinda like a boulder rolling down a mountain causing an avalanche that crushes all the innocents in a village, aren’t ya? Heckleena tweets. It’s not your fault @JFlyTrap, it’s the bad peoples’, Frannie replies. Would any of it have happened if not for @JFlyTrap? Hairy asks. No more Facebook, no more Twitter, no blogging, I’m offline, JanusFlyTrap tweets. Who are you? Give us back our @JFlyTrap! Heckleena demands.
