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"Dude, your computer is ubber slow!"
"Get outta town!"
"I need some more coffee."
"Wait, let me ask my best friend Google, he knows everything!"
What a dud!
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Being a Mom
Complete silence
Warm, wet kisses on the lips
Reading about new technologies
Making people laugh
Being around my family
Listening to babies laugh
Learning new technologies
Being challenged
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| 8/07/2005 |
| Quarters and Butt Crack |
 How much butt crack have you seen in your lifetime? Well, last night I saw too much in one night, that's for sure. A few friends and I saw Jack Johnson last night. He was so sensually stimulating I wanted to rip my clothes off and dance naked, but this crowd definitely wasn't the type. We arrived early enough to get a spot on the nicely manicured lawn 50 yards away from the stage. I guess we arrived too late to get close. As we sat down, after our trip from the beer garden where I sipped on my Mike's Hard Lemonade only to later belch like a sailor, we noticed something the eye should never be exposed to, plenty 'o butt crack.
It was like butt crack day at the concert! Everywhere we looked there was butt crack to be seen. Girls, guys, and not just a little, but full on butt crack. To all those who shared their butt cracks with us, did you know your butt was showing? How could you not feel that cool ocean breeze down your crack? The breeze was cool and felt like it was caressing your body as it hit your skin. Could you not feel that caress? Maybe your butt isn't as sensitive as mine because I would have felt it.
After we had seen about enough crack as we could stand, we decided it would be cool to throw quarters at them to see if we could make it into their butts. So I whipped out a quarter and handed it to my friend who practiced throwing it on the grass. It went pretty far but the daylight was still pretty bright so we decided to chuck that idea.
Later on in the evening we were engulfed by the sweet smell of mota. It was all around us. It felt like we were in the car with Cheech and Chong in Up in Smoke. We all got contact highs and thought it was kinda rude to light up, puff, and not pass to your neighbor. That's proper etiquette, at least that's what I'm told because I don't know anything about mota.
As Jack Johnson was announced up on stage everyone rose to their feet and we no longer were exposed to nasty butt cracks. Jack's sweet sultry voice mellowed the crowd as we swayed to the Island sounds pulsing from the stage. Just then I thought of my wonerful Maui. I had visions of me on the beach soaking up some sun listening to the ocean waves hit the soft sand as if to say, hello friend, I'm not here to punish you, but to cleanse you from your troubles. Come away with me and be free. (Yeah, it was that good!)
As the molodies ended, I was quickly brought back to reality and departed the concert. We left before the last set to avoid the traffic. By then my contact high was long gone and I felt a little rejuvinated. Jack's music has a tendency to do that to me (and make me horny). If you haven't listend to Jack, give it a try, you might feel horny too. Or just envision me on the beach washing my troubles away. |
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| Personal Stuff |
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Pet Name: Kilikina
Geographic Location: San Diego, California, United States
Some Personal Stuff: I enjoy listening to my computer hum (it makes me so sleepy), driving the speed limit, blogging, and eating tomatoes and cheese. I like to whistle in public with a big smile on my face and say hello to complete strangers.
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