Treasure Hunt.

Sometimes, internet stalking

makes me feel really accomplished.

Like a detective.

I'm not talking about

when you look at your TA's sister's wedding pictures.

That just makes you feel gross.

I'm talking about starting with nothing but a first name

and finding everything.

Name.

Facebook.

Twitter.

Blog.

Small Etsy craft business.

You get the picture.

You don't do it because you really care about this person.

It's more of a challenge to see how much you can find.

Like a treasure hunt.

The more they put out there,

the better.

You've sort of made a new friend
with someone you'll never meet.

...

I have no qualms about posting this,

because I'm convinced that everyone who reads this

will agree with me.

But my roommate said it was creepy.

So be it.

This is the internet, folks.

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