That old nagging feeling...

There are plenty of days when I just have this nagging feeling that Stella is up to something, and there must be information out there...somewhere...

I end up scouring the internet with every search site I can think of to try and see if she's plotting something publicly. Luckily for her, she's not that stupid. Annoyingly for me, she's not that stupid.

With all of the information out there on the internet these days, you'd think that it was almost inevitable that you'd be able to find out everything about anyone with just a few clicks. Well, that's not really true, and for privacy purposes, I'm almost glad of that. People have gotten a lot more savvy about how to privatize their information, and social networking sites have gotten a lot more proficient at providing ways to privatatize that information, and now there are very few people who leave their online profiles out there for strangers to see.

Personally, I have nothing to hide, and I'm all over the freaking internet. I've got public profiles for work, listings in the phone book, MySpace, Facebook, and of course, this blog. However, I'm not so stupid that I allow everyone to see my everything. The last thing I need is some creepy stalker, or minion of Stella's, pouring through my Facebook photos. Heck, I don't even let my parents look at some of those photos (sorry Mom and Dad, but there are just a few things you don't need to see...you can just trust the stories I tell you and don't need to have evidence of my escapades). But there are friends I'd like to share them with, so that's why they're up there.

The thought of creating a fake online profile for someone that Stella went to high school with in order to gain access to what I'm sure is juicy info on her page...well, it has occurred to me. But saying the plan out loud sounds crazy and makes me feel like a stalker. So, no online tricks. That would be unhealthy and borderline illegal. After all, assuming I did find something juicy that could be used in court, how would I justify presenting that information to the judge? "Um, yes, your honor, I got that from her Facebook page. I pretended to be a long-lost friend...." Yeah, that doesn't sound so credible.

I guess I have no choice but to just try and ignore that little buzzing in my gut that's telling me she's plotting something. But then again, I know she's always plotting something, and I'm sure that today isn't any different than any other day.