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.

Changed…

To Blankyhell.

 

 

Yes…

Blankyhell.

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.