The Girl's Guide to Coping with Hackers

I was not the person who discovered the heinous crime. I am extremely thankful for that.

I was in fact in the shower when the hideous news arrived, singing (in this time of crisis, let us be perfectly honest) Mindy McCready's 'Oh, Romeo' and blinking coconut-scented bubbles out of my eyes as the phone rang. 'Heavens to Betsy, who is calling me at this hour, do they expect me to form coherent sentences?' I thought to myself.

On the phone was my friend Bob, telling me my livejournal had been hacked