{"id":2594,"date":"2007-07-03T09:13:11","date_gmt":"2007-07-03T09:13:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=2594"},"modified":"2007-07-03T09:13:11","modified_gmt":"2007-07-03T09:13:11","slug":"happy_birthday_2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/happy_birthday_2\/","title":{"rendered":"happy birthday to me"},"content":{"rendered":"

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my boyfriend just called and sang ‘happy birthday’ to me. i’ve a freshly-made giant-sized latte in front of me. my dad’s taking me out for lunch. the aforementioned awesome boyfriend is taking me out for a very fancy dinner tonight. it should be a good day.
\ni’m thirty-five years old today.
\nthere’s not quite the sensation of trauma i expected, but i am feeling it more than any of the last few birthdays. i’ve mentioned it to several people over the last month or so, but in my mind thirty-five has always been the age at which you should have it all together. you’ve got a career, a relationship, a home and you’re just… adult. the problem is, i don’t feel like an adult yet. well, maybe in some ways, but not entirely. certainly not in the way i perceived adult-hood as a six-year-old looking up to them around my parents’ house.
\nthis last year has been a complete blur. honestly, it’s gone by far too fast and i kind of wish i could go back and do some of it again. not to correct any mistakes, but just to enjoy it a little more. i hope this coming year won’t be quite so quick to slip away from me. i have several goals for my thirty-fifth year. they’re pretty big and will take a lot of effort on my part to achieve, but i hope i’m up to the challenge.
\nhere’s to me… all growed up. who knew it’d look like this?
\nwhere’s my damn cake?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

my boyfriend just called and sang ‘happy birthday’ to me. i’ve a freshly-made giant-sized latte in front of me. my dad’s taking me out for lunch. the aforementioned awesome boyfriend is taking me out for a very fancy dinner tonight. it should be a good day. i’m thirty-five years old today. there’s not quite the …<\/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-2594","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-photos"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2594","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=2594"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2594\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}