I am wild.  And I'm out here.

It's not a thought.

It's not a thought.

But an outlook.

How else can one get high?

Followed by an (unnecessary) afterthought.

I've been intently watching the Xangalympics (or should I say Winter Xangalympics--meaning we can expect Summer ones too?). 

But why are all the events downhill?! LOL

But, just for the hell of it, I decided to "engage."  Got some porno emails out of my junk mail, copied the addresses from the header, and ...ah! so that's how Bianca felt!

But just think: I could be inviting someone of the caliber, on the very order of the next xxreaderxx a-blog-shaking to Xanga.  Now that would be too cool!

So there I sat a Bianca-baby trying to make Xangalympic babies.  Life's hell when there's no proper outlet for one's sex drive!

But what if I recruited the next zoodom or benevolent_mitch or Gudkarma to our community?  Damn. I'd better stop now.

...So my XangaCam actually works pretty well when it's on.  I'v put a timestamp up so that you can see if it's on--even if there's no change ( how exciting--lmao ).  I've actually walked and driven online around the downtown streets with it, taken it to work, taken it into a bar, shopping, etc.  Either nobody has noticed (the cam is very inconspicuous) or nobody has had the nerve to ask me why I'm wired like a wiseguy. 

So what do you think?  Should I take it skydiving, to a cell meeting of the local chapter of Al Qaeda, or to a booby bar next?!