[ WP ] Your name is Ashley Madison and you are frustrated about the amount of hate you 've been getting these last few days by mistake .

It's been thirty minutes since I last checked my Iphone 6. Francine had been calling all day with tedious messages about our sunday cruise to the beach. 
 
 Obviously she is as dense as most of our friend circle. Let's be honest here, the only reason I hang out with these blowup dolls is because they're the only people on my street. `` Like HELLO'' I shout. Do n't people check their facebook or twitter anymore? 
 
 Though if anything were to cheer me up it would be my sweet, sweet daddy. My papa bear who always comes to rescue me in my time of need. It's rather sweet actually - I've never gone a day without wondering if daddy is thinking about me. 
 
 What I'm hoping for is a new car or maybe one of those yellow cats from the zoo we saw last week. Though daddy can be awfully misguided when it comes to giving me things. As if I need a university fund or insurance when I've got daddy! 
 
 The last thing I need right now is a case of stolen identity! I've seen enough procedural cop shows to know that many people are victims of stolen identity. Honestly I did n't even know who this other Ashley was until my mother started blaming me for her divorce with daddy. To even suggest I am even capable of programming or writing in HTML for a website is rather absurd even for her. But it does n't surprise me anymore. Not after all this abuse from everyone. 
 
 It's one thing blocking some creeps on your facebook and another when you have to literally CLOSE your account in hopes of gaining some control back in your life. Even if I were to blame for this ludicrous scandal how dare they judge me. There is nothing worse than a sanctimonious prick who rubs himself to others but wo n't let others do the same. Shame on everyone. Shame, shame, shame! 
 
 Maybe I'll go take a nap and hope it's all just a dream. 
 
 
 Fin.
