My identity was stolen . . .

by my father.

Yesterday night I got an e-mail from MySpace. It was a very normal e-mail, the kind a MySpace users get frequently, one informing me that I had received a message from another MySpace user. Except that this time I was informed that I had received a MySpace message from CactusClaire--that's me. How had I received a message from myself? Upon logging into MySpace, I saw that I had received the following message from myself:

Hi Claire,

Chuck and I are spying on you. Are you there?

Doug

Doug is my dad; Chuck is a good friend of his, someone I see as a family member really. The two of them are up at our cottage for the weekend, spending some quality guy time together before Christmas.

After reading this and laughing hysterically, I received 5, count 'em 5 further messages from the two of them. Here are the highlights, I think they speak for themselves:

subject:i am not who i am ... yet
	but i have always wanted to be your Myspace friend even before there was Myspace i have reinvaded your father's life because it is necessary to our mutual salvation or destruction we were a gay couple in our last incarnation now we are drunk

subject: RE: RE: i am not who i am ... yet
	We here drinking, yakking, and roasting a bird. Bird is toasty. Wish you were here. Love, Doug Claire, Once again he insists on feeding me, as though I am not fat enough. This time it is a chicken.