I have an e-personator on MySpace:

http://www.myspace.com/marcheupinhere

I have yet to find out who is pretending to be me (with a odd choice of name change), but truthfully, I really don't care. Right now I'm just basking in the flattery of imitation. And not the basic e-imitation of merely stealing pics from Facebook... no, I'm talking about imitation in regards to what I do, what I hold a degree in, and the different aspects of my life. (My e-imitator was even audacious enough to post a baby picture of me with my dad. Classic.)

I'm not terribly angry because this person, for some reason, used my old Howard e-mail as a login.  I can still check my old Howard e-mail.  So I can sign into the account and have my way with it. And my wonderful friends have had their way with her comment wall. So if you decide to drop by, leave a note, request her as a friend, and let her know what you think of e-personators.

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"Becky" Update (Jan. 22):

I've received the rudest piece of e-communication I've ever seen. "Becky" herself sent me a message:

look ya fat b**** i'm the truth go suck my c*** ya d***. why you all in my business anyway? s***.

So sad. MySpace is slow, and my requests to remove the page have gone unanswered. So I removed my pictures from the e-personator's page. Honestly, has this happened to anyone else? Can anyone explain the mental processes of e-personators? This was so bizarre.