Well....today I am thankful that I can change all of my passwords on my Hotmail and MSN accounts.
So....
I received a message from MSN stating that they were logging me out because my email had been accessed by another computer.
How in the world does something like that happen?
I changed the password when Michael told me that Shannon helped him set up our computers back in 1998. I really hadn't changed it until recently.
I had a lawyer tell me that he thought my ex and his family were hacking my email and reading our correspondence. It did explain how he and his mother knew when I went to the doctor. I'd set the appointments up via email.
Steve sends me messages at that address. He's a professional hacker. He is the guy his clients call when they fire someone mean enough to change the passwords to the computers before they leave. I thought he had integrity. This would not be something I'd think he'd actually do.
This could be a coincidence, too. I don't know. I'm just going to be careful. I'm going to document it, change my passwords and move on. It is probably a good idea to change my passwords every month or so anyway.
You know, I should probably take a class on email safety and internet encryption or something. I AM a therapist. I want my client emails to be hack-proof. Maybe there is more that I can do.
This particular account is my social network/shopping email address. My clients do not contact me here. It's not really a big deal. If anyone hacks it, all they'll see is that I like to buy sapphires, skirts and subscribe to marketing blogs.
That is probably why the passwords were not too hard to guess.
As far as I know, Steve didn't know these passwords. He knew the password to my Paypal and Gmail accounts. He helped me sign into those services so I could pay my landlord when she couldn't find the rental payments. Those passwords have long been changed. As far as I know, he never signed into the accounts. I've never noticed a problem. He doesn't seem to be a thief. He just liked playing games with me to test my loyalty.
I changed all my passwords last year. This email account had the same password as my Facebook account.
I am now off to change every single one of my passwords.
This is bizarre.
Hmmmm.......
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I haven't been home long enough to use my computer. I hung out with my girlfriends yesterday. They were asking me if I knew where my cute bass player friend lives. Yes, I do but I'm not going to admit to that. I've never been there. Visiting him could have been awkward. The only blonde thing I would want to touch was the fret board of his 5-string Fender.
They? Well....they probably should tell him that they think he's hot. He doesn't think anyone likes him. It's a bass player thing. There are a lot of jokes out there about how lead singers get the chicks and the bass players get Rosie.
I haven't found that the truth in my life. Guys like female bassists.
Hmmmmm......Maybe not.....now that I think about it...the only people interested in me when I played in any musical group were lesbians. The funny thing is that they were both drummers.
Most of the guys I've dated were drummers, too. Isn't that bizarre?
I like my bass player buddy but he came on too strong. It was too much at the wrong time.
Man....did he ever look hot in his kilt! He almost rivaled Thomas!
Ah....I love a guy in a kilt.
I don't know why....but every man that has asked me out has been Scottish. Maybe I drool and they know they have a shot with me. I don't know....
My life is insane.
*****
I am realizing that I suck at relationships and have too much empathy to put anyone through Hades and back.
I've been spending a lot of time thinking about my love life. Steve has me thinking about the joys of celibacy. After what he put me through, the entire idea of love is really making me feel creeped out.
In fact, every time I think of what Steve did on Tuesday, I feel like vomiting. Maybe I can lose some weight?
It helps being positive.
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I woke up this morning and had the weirdest thought.
My life is a Lady Gaga song.
I had a very hot older Scorpio guy tell me that he saw what Steve was writing. He wanted to take me out to show me how a man should treat a lady. This man has been my friend for five years. We met in my hometown. He was an accountant with an office close to mine.
This is a friend.
I can't do that to any man.
All I could think of is that my love is toxic. My saliva must be poisonous to the psyches of men.
I need to be alone.
Love ya,
S.