I get that Google knows what kind of underwear I am wearing right now, but every once in a while I just get creeped out by what shows up in my sidebar or my inbox. Forget spies being in my driveway. Are these people in my head?
I hate talking on the phone, but I'm quite smug about my online cleverness.
Well, just now this ecard showed up in my sidebar.
Okay, Internet. I get it. You know me. Now get out of my soul.