Footprints in the mud

What could be worse than someone finding your old diary, written by your angrier, less self aware, still developing self? Essentially years of social media addiction have left this emo masterpiece open to the world. I wonder about the stupid arguments I’ve had with complete strangers on social media rocket fuelled by too much coffee and not enough to do at the time. Will my potty mouth on Twitter and Faeces Book be used against me in years to come? Is there a quick way of finding and deleting the word c*** from years of knee-jerk comments and sleep deprived rants? Depending on which search engine you use I’m the 3rd most famous Andrea McKenzie at the moment, so if sh*t starts to get real, hopefully I can blame one of the other guys…

Welcome to the internet, wipe your fingers on the mat before you enter.