{"id":1613,"date":"2003-06-16T08:51:55","date_gmt":"2003-06-16T08:51:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=1613"},"modified":"2003-06-16T08:51:55","modified_gmt":"2003-06-16T08:51:55","slug":"oh_dear_god_mak","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/oh_dear_god_mak\/","title":{"rendered":"oh dear god make it stop"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"stairway<\/div>\n

i can barely keep my eyes open this morning. i really wish i could have called in “i hate my job”. oh well, i can sleep when i’m dead, right?
\ncute boy from class (subsequently referred to by his given name of shane) wants to go play pool. this is a good thing. i don’t have anyone in town to go shoot pool with. i’m totally out of practice and it will be good to get my skills up again. he’s a good kid and should be fun to hang with. plus, he lives on the north shore! i hate going over-town to do things (as people like derrick<\/a> and col<\/a> know all too well). i’m going to try to get some rest tonight and then maybe we’ll talk about going on wednesday. whee! pool! i’m giddy!
\nin other boy-related news, mine is only two weeks from being here, live and in person. of course, that means i need to do some serious house cleaning between now and then. i’ve been good at keeping things tidy, but i’ve left some distasteful chores to go to seed. i’m a bad, lazy girl. my goal is to accomplish one task every day between now and then. that way i, hopefully, won’t get overwhelmed and decide to sit in the middle of my floor and cry.
\nyou know, i keep thinking about how great my weekend was. i got to hang out with most of my favourite people and do a lot of my favourite things. how much better can that be? yeah, so i’m tired and i had to stop at the 24-hour supervalu to buy something for lunch today because i didn’t have time to do any cooking (which isn’t such a big deal because i ate so fucking much yesterday *bloat*), it was totally worth it. i had a fantabulous time! makes me want to do it again, but this time i want someone at home to do all the distateful chores i won’t have time for.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

i can barely keep my eyes open this morning. i really wish i could have called in “i hate my job”. oh well, i can sleep when i’m dead, right? cute boy from class (subsequently referred to by his given name of shane) wants to go play pool. this is a good thing. i don’t …<\/span> Read More →<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1613","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1613","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1613"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1613\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1613"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1613"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1613"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}