Privacy on the net.

Does it exist?

Wouldn’t have thought so.

The internet really creeps me out because I am not in possession of a sound understanding of it. I believe I have made this clear in previous Bad Boy B-logs. It was also made more clear to me when I was the last person in the class to finish the HTML test and then waited an extra hour after class to finish with el el H-Wole but didn’t finish and was instructed to do it at home but I didn’t know how to so now I am going to meet up with my good buddy Louis tomorrow morning before class for coffee so he can help me with it so I pass the course and stuff. Might buy him some choccys for his effort what do ya think gals? WOOOO.

So back to the internet. Oh you.

I really feel like you know a little more than you should about who I am, what I like and what gets me off- pictures of cheesy pasta typically and also videos of dogs running on treadmills. Isn’t it ironic that I, a techno n00b, places such trust in the net despite my hate for it and my lack of understanding of its capabilities and motives?

ISN’T IT IRONIC?

I know that privacy is essentially a non-thing when it comes to the internet and realistically I am putting myself in a wee but of denger when it comes to what I search, who I stalk (ha) and the personal information I display online or give away willy nilly. Yet I still do it. Because I am a special combination of ignorant and lazy.

I hate myself,

Georgia the opinionated loser who complains about the net but is too much of a crumb to be proactive about it and change her situation King.

xox