My ass looks totally hot in this skirt

Actually I think it is a skirt boots combo but either way. Sometimes I wish daniel would give my ass more compliments as I am obviously insecure about it. Hence the talking it up so much.

In other news, got very excited today when I found old high school friends on my space. I wouldn't actually like to speak to many people from my high school days but two of the people I discovered in my browsing I was very happy to find. Happy in that "oh good, they aren't dead or in jail" way. Ultimately we were good kids but we were always teetering on the edge of criminal intentions. Anyway, I myspace friended them but then later remembered that my name isn't even my name on my space - I just have my skate name, so we will see how that goes.

I am so down on Denver right now - I would even move back to seattle. Okay, maybe not that down on it. I do wish it had some water though - this bitch is dry. By bitch I mean both the city and me.

Oh - I am bloggy today. Going to San Francisco tomorrow! It will be soooo nice to be home, I can't wait until I get to move back. If anyone wants anything (lusty lady keepsakes perhaps?), email me.

Why do my posts sometimes so up in grey instead of black? i don't know

Mike,

Why don't you like Chuck Klosterman? It makes me so mad!!!! There I am, enjoying my new book and I think "Mike would totally love this book. I should loan it to him when I am done." Except, you won't love the book. I find this very frustrating because everything suggests that you should like it. You say that you don't like his writing style. Huh? He writes just like everyone else we read and about music, none the less. He is certainly a better writer than that Michael Azerrad, yet you seem to have no complaints about him. It is like saying you like Tastee Freeze but not Dairy Queen - come on.

I think there is something else going on here. Was it the Billy Joel essay? Are you that much of a Billy Joel hater that you will hold it against this writer for the rest of his life? I think you might be. Or perhaps it is because he freely admits that he would fuck pamela anderson. I think we need to get to the bottom of this hatred because it is severely impacting your literary options. Who are you going to write off next? Sarah Vowell because she enjoys Buffy the Vampire Slayer a little too much? No, you find her nasally five year old voice too sexy to write her off. Which brings me to my next point...

What does your girlfriend think of all this Chuck Klosterman hating? Is she somehow responsible for this? Unless she is a Chuck Klosterman hater herself (which would explain all of this ridiculousness), I can't see how she would feel good about you being so closed off to an obviously awesome writer. Isn't your awesome literary taste one of the charms in this relationship? Write off a few more like you did Chuck and you may find yourself in some hot water, my friend.

I want answers! Now! Your misplaced hatred of Chuck Klosterman is severely offending my sensibilities.

Give it up for Chuck! He is the fucking greatest!

Greatest contemporary rock writer with woman trouble, that is.

Best Regards, Amanda

One more thing

While Daniel and I were lazing around for a good part of yesterday, my friend Ariel was busting her ass in the Coeur D'Alene Ironman Triathalon. Not a half Ironman, mind you, but the full meal deal. Finishing the 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike and 26.2 run in just under 14.5 hours, she is without a doubt the toughest chick I know.

Actually despite the deceptively geeky exterior, Ariel and her husband Dave are total badasses - you do not want to mess with them.

As a reward, she and dave will now enjoy a leisurely vacation drive back to SF, stopping off at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival in Ashland. While the Shakespeare festival is always a great time, no doubt the highlight of their trip will be returning to SF where they will get to see ME!

Congratulations Ariel - way to be!

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It has been about forever and a day since I updated this thing. I apologize to the one person that hasn't heard my news via phone. I just haven't felt like I have had much to say lately but now I feel like I have some things so I will just jump in:

If I wasn't going to marry Daniel, my next choice would be Tom Cruise. I am totally in love with him right now. He so crazy! I spend every day waiting for my Salon gossip to come in so I can see what wacky thing he has done now. Today, Salon is prominently featuring him on the main page in what I was sure was a doctored picture but is not. It is like he is becoming his own scientologist version of TJ Mackey. They are doing a four part indepth examination on his scientology. Newsworthy indeed!

Daniel wants us to become scientologists. He believes that all kinds of personal riches and rewards are just waiting for us to cast off our collected Thetans. I am not sure I agree though I am charmed by the idea that it is the one religion that has the balls to be unapologetically kooky. I mean, really how do we know that the Galactic overlord Xenu is any more or less real or absurd than Jesus being the son of god? Plus, Beck is a scientologist. If it's good enough for Beck...

Recently I bought the new Nick Hornby and Chuck Klosterman books. I seem to have no time to read either. I will report back once I have actually read one. I have no money for books yet I bought them anyway.

My house is officially more messy than it has ever been before. Please do not come over, you will be sorry. I keep trying to clean but my plans keep getting derailed by immense laziness or ....well, more immense laziness.

This weekend was Daniel's birthday, we did lots of fun stuff. Though some wasn't that fun for me but I just had to suffer through because I am such an awesome girlfriend like that. Friday we went to what can only be described as "the worst bar I have ever been to" which, if you knew me, would be saying a lot. I was tempted not mention it at all for fear that it would ruin my street cred but I have none and want to rag on it so here we go. Daniel wished to go to the opening of the Centennial Illegal Pete's. I think he was mostly charmed by the idea that Magic Cyclops was DJing in his town of residence.

I didn't want to go to a suburban bar, protesting loudly but birthday weekend privileges were invoked and I lost. If that fact that it is a bar in a strip mall across the street from a normal mall doesn't not recommend it enough. Then the 40 somethings in dockers, fake polo shirts and baseball hats, who think that jumping up and down playing air guitar is a form of dancing, should be enough to put it over the top. Thanks to MC, the music was tolerable and his mockery of the clientele was funny as hell but it was really the most horrifying thing I have ever seen. Especially when a 40+ woman in head to toe orange was trying to get us to dance. A few more drinks and I am sure that she was probably assaulting people when they refused her. I wouldn't know because we left about an hour after arriving. There is no amount of drinks in the world to make that bar acceptable.

Saturday was fun and mellow shopped, BBQ'd, hung out with Charlie, Kate and Tom at PS Lounge, watched porn and had hot sex (no thanks to completely boring porn).

Sunday we traveled to Greeley for the Demolition Derby - good times and yummy fair food were had but it was the longest demolition derby in the world so we had to bail before it was over - had we toughed it out until the end it probably would have been 6-7 hours of Demo Derby. No thanks, 4 was quite enough. Highlights include a minor fire, a car painted like spongebob and a guy getting hurt and cut out of the car. We aren't quite sure what happened to him as we decided to go while they were freeing him. It was a little bit of a fun killer when his crying girlfriend was standing right next to us and the ambulance had to be pulled in so we decided to call it a day. Afterwards, we went to FoCo for the Captured by Robots show. The last time we saw them (him) they were ass but Daniel wanted to give it another shot. I was sincerely hoping for his sake and mine that they would be better this time but they were not. It was ass and we left early but at least we didn't have to pay because who was loitering outside when we got there? None other than the one bright spot from friday, our future wedding DJ, Magic Cyclops. He was gracious enough to guest list us - bad for the club as there was almost no one there. i am sure that place lost buckets of money that night.

Ok that is it for now - I'll try not to be such a stranger.