Google = internet crack...

It all started because I was cleaning out my attic. Seriously, want a really good reason NOT to clean your attic? This might do. So, I found a whole bunch of notes that I took in "History of Costume" back in the day, and I'm reading them, and an old newsletter was stuck in the back of the notebook, so of course I read that, too. And one name struck me. It was the name of "that guy".. you know that guy, the one who you just KNOW is going to make it. the guy with talent just falling out his ass? Everyone else could be selling pencils, meth or partylite candles on the street corners, but you just KNOW that guy won't be. He'll be the one person who follows the dream.

So, for the hell of it, I looked him up on IMDB. Yep. there he was, Mr. Successful, having not only directed a few films, but written several screenplays, etc, etc, and damn, good for him.

So, I thought that would be the end of it, but noooo...next I'm innocently watching a rerun of a second season NCIS episode, and I'm playing "name that actor, where the fuck have I seen him before" and of course I knew he was "Ethan" from Lost, but hell, still had to look him up, right? Plus one of the other guests looked familiar. (Turns out I'd seen him in something or other, but he was totally forgettable.) At any rate, I'm just scanning the guest actor list, and a name pops out at me. I know that name. As a matter of fact, I have a freaking yearbook photo in my head to go with that name. So I check out her IMDB page, and yeah, it could be her... some 20 years later. So I dig through my yearbooks- conveniently located where else, the attic- and yep.. I went to high school with her.

Holy shit.

And actually, good for her, because dammit, she wanted it badly enough to work for it, and she got it. Yay her.

Of course this lead to the google-ing of other names that happened to pop into my head. So I'm looking up random people that I knew back when I was still adorable, and ...damn. Nothing makes you feel old like finding out one of your old fuckbuddies is now a CHANCELLOR at a college. It's not as if he was that much older than me, either. But there he is, and... damn. I'm old. I now need to get a tattoo or something, just so I can be even LESS respectable than I already am. Chancellor. Damn.

Which leads me to the impetus to write this particular post. I did it. I'm not proud of it, I'm a weak, weak, woman, and I did it. I googled an ex boyfriend. Not that I want to get back together with him or anything, but hell, since google is now my internet crack delivery system, might as well. Better than venturing up into the attic when it's 94 fucking degrees here...

He's on Blogger. He has a Blog. He's remodeling his kitchen. He did a great job too, from the looks of it. He looks just like I remember him. Wow. I left a comment on his blog. I bookmarked his blog.

I'm seriously NOT a stalker, really really REALLY I'm not.

Just keep me away from Google. And out of the attic.