“Stalking”. God forbid I have access to public information and know how to utilize my resources.

Passwords are like underwear: You shouldn’t leave them out where people can see them, you should change them regularly, and you shouldn’t loan them out to strangers.

If you call me from a private number, I’ll respect your privacy and won’t answer.

You can learn a lot about a person by observing their every waking movement from a tree outside their house.

If Kanye got hacked, no one would even know.

What’s said in the blanket fort, stays in the blanket fort.

After having a week off, my boss returns to work today. Please respect my privacy during this difficult time.

Deleted old Tweets just in case I date a very famous woman with rabid fans.

People who live in glass houses should install frosted glass around the toilet part.

Tonight I will make history, by turning off incognito mode.

Twitter actually is my diary, so you’re not allowed to get mad at the things I post. You’re not even supposed to be reading this. Why were you going through my stuff?

Stop telling everyone I’m posting from earth. People don’t need to know where I live.

I’m going to start walking around in my yard all day in a bathrobe so my neighbors will build that privacy fence I always wanted.

Dance like nobody’s watching, except God, the NSA, and Santa Claus.

I ain’t typing “X” into the URL bar, my wife is right behind me.

I think my new neighbors are creeps. They seem to be looking into my window every time I’m looking out my window to see what they are doing.