A few weeks ago I got an email from Instagram asking me to confirm the address on my account.
That was interesting…. because I don’t actually have an Instagram account.
Five minutes later I got an email saying my username of rivergirl1211 had been changed.
If that’s a place, I suppose it looks something like this:
Which is how I feel during a hot flash in bed.
On the other hand, maybe they were thinking more along the lines of:
Either way, it’s a pretty strange name.
So I went into the account, changed the username back, changed the password and then deleted the whole bogus thing.
I only use rivergirl1211 when I blog, so more than likely someone on here set it up.
Why would someone want to be me?
I have no clue.
Hell, half the time…. I don’t even want to be me.
It’s a little creepy being hacked, even if it’s only to Instagram.
Funny part is, the account already had a bunch of followers. And since the only posted photo was a plain black square….. I can’t say I see the attraction.
Maybe I should have left it active and followed my feed.
You never know what I’ll get up to.
And apparently, neither do I.