truth be told.

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Hi, I'm Kathryn, (Hi Kathryn) and I haven't fb stalked for one hour and twenty-three minutes. (everyone clap).

Okay, I'll admit it, I have an uncontrollable addiction to facebook and the stalking that follows.

If your friends with me, I most likely have looked through most of your photos, know your favorite artist or band, and know who your auntie is. (yeah, it's creepy). And for certain individuals (who I do not care to name at this time), I follow every move, closely. Creepy, indeed. And completely wrong. I can't deny myself, though. I find it absolutely amusing, especially on summer days like this.

I enjoy mocking the "drama" that people are stupid enough to post. Or the pointless posts like, "I love puppies! (smiley face)." And what about the relationship status updates? Oh, those are precious. "so and so is now in a relationship with so and so." Six months later..." so and so is no longer in a relationship with so and so."  Ouch. Now the whole world knows about your delicious break-up. For all those stupid enough to post your private life on the most public social site in the world, this is a shout out to you baby, you're stupid.

But my most sinful stalking habit is...the men. Oh, yes, if I am lusting over some gorgeous blue eyed babe, or Mr. tall, dark and handsome, there is no doubt I will be all over his page, swooning over his photos, reading his status updates dating back to last year, mocking and stalking the girl he's with, (I need to know who my competition is). And occasionally I'll watch his updates in hopes he'll mention where he will be that weekend and I just "coincidentally" run into him.

(You know you do it, too).

 And the moral of the story...

Change your privacy settings on fb.

And if you block me after reading this, I'll understand.