Apparently someone found, guessed, or cracked my MySpace password. I just checked it, and there was a bulletin… from me… that was spam. A bulletin that I did not post.

That sucks. That’s like coming home to find that not only was my apartment broken in to, they also found my [potentially embarrassing but harmless evidence of a personal quirk], too.

Yes, I know what you’re thinking. “Brian has a MySpace page?!” Ugh. I do.