{"id":2033,"date":"2004-10-14T05:38:47","date_gmt":"2004-10-14T05:38:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=2033"},"modified":"2004-10-14T05:38:47","modified_gmt":"2004-10-14T05:38:47","slug":"i_feel_pretty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/i_feel_pretty\/","title":{"rendered":"i feel pretty"},"content":{"rendered":"
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if i still time-stamped my entries, you’d see that it’s 5:16am. five-sixteen. in the morning. FIVE-SIXTEEN. and, i’ve already been awake for half an hour! oy. the things i won’t do for the people that i love.
\nmy new favourite phrase is “oy”. i use it to express frustration, exhaustion, incredulity, joy, salutation and anarchy (oy! oy! oy!). it’s multi-purpose and i love that. so, if you’re spending any time with me in meatspace in the near future, expect to be inundated with oy’s. i just can’t help it! oy.
\nspeaking of meatspace, tonight’s the semi-regular vancouver people-who-have-a-blog-or-just-like-blogs meet thingie<\/a>. i’m rather thrilled at the chance to meet the infamous davin<\/a> now that he’s living in my ‘hood. he’s good friends with jim<\/a>, who, if i may be so presumptuous to say, is one of my very good friends i’ve not yet met. you know how that goes. boy writes blog, girl writes blog, boy im’s girl, boy and girl talk about all manners of things for several years without ever travelling the 50 or so kilometres to go have a damn coffee together. ah, the internet. the only place you can feel so close to someone you’ll never meet.
\ni’m applying for a new job today. it’s a different position within the same company, but it’s a bit of a raise and a completely different department. at this point, i don’t honestly know if i want to get it. i’m not good with change and i have this horrible sense of loyalty to my boss. i don’t want him to think i’m abandoning him. that being said, i’ve been doing the same work for the past, OH MY GOD, seven years. i think it’s time for a change. right? change is good, so they say.
\nall right, time to gas up the geo and head off to fetch my papa-san for an airport run. happy thursday! it is thursday, isn’t it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

if i still time-stamped my entries, you’d see that it’s 5:16am. five-sixteen. in the morning. FIVE-SIXTEEN. and, i’ve already been awake for half an hour! oy. the things i won’t do for the people that i love. my new favourite phrase is “oy”. i use it to express frustration, exhaustion, incredulity, joy, salutation and anarchy …<\/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":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2033","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2033","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=2033"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2033\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2033"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2033"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2033"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}