Hijacked

When I was in Junior High my dad and I had a very serious very long talk about me getting my first e-mail account. I agreed to give him the password so he could check it anytime he wanted and he agreed to never check it. I think I lied about the password - but he didn't lie, so he'll never know that.

Remember back when Juno was THE e-mail address of the cool kids? I had my own Juno account.

In high school I wanted to be a bit more "professional" and opened a hotmail account with JUST my name as the username. (I was so mature!)

Over time that became my "junk mail account" and now I (and all of my high school friends) are paying for it. Sorry if you got the flood of junk mail the Robot Who Hijacked My Account has been sending.

So I figured I'd just delete my account.

But I can't.

Because somehow somewhere it's tied to a paid service for which I am not paying.

So I clicked the link to take me to my "paid account" and it brought me to a page telling me that "this service (canceling my account) is not an option offered on your account" I would have to upgrade my free paid account (meaning actually pay for something) in order to cancel it. I can't make this stuff up.

So until the nonexistent, uncancellable, paid-for service (that I'm not paying for) account is cancelled I can't delete my hotmail address.

Sorry if we were friends in Junior High or High School. I didn't actually try that "super-secret" drug they found in the rain forest and I don't know if it works and I didn't make a million dollars working from home. Don't click that link.

Instead of deleting the account that I never use, which is tied to a service which I never pay for, I just deleted all of my contacts. Please forgive me.

I've always joked that I didn't care of someone stole my identity because it's about time for an upgrade anyway.

It turns out that I DO care if they hijack my e-mail though. So go ahead, take my identity, my empty bank account, my mortgage, my responsibilities, and heck, if you order in the 9 minutes I'll even throw in my collection of free-sample sized crap I'll never get around to using. But please please please, don't take my e-mail. That's just mean.