Internet servers are full of things that many people would like to keep private. Unfortunately, servers aren't without weaknesses, so that information can be compromised. To make things worse, wireless signal transmissions are like throwing paper airplanes of personal information in huge amounts into a supposed empty canyon for only one to capture and secure.
So, some celebrity figures are now realizing tweets and other supposedly private moments were not isolated to only those they intended to observe. Tits and asses are now to be relished by any pervert that can cover the price for a peek. I should feel sorry for them, but ignorance is a bitch, and the price for ignorance costs more than any amount of money.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.