{"id":365,"date":"2002-08-22T15:29:12","date_gmt":"2002-08-22T23:29:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=365"},"modified":"2009-08-17T10:30:42","modified_gmt":"2009-08-17T18:30:42","slug":"27-in-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2002\/08\/22\/27-in-3\/","title":{"rendered":"27 in 3"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>i hardly recognize myself. i&#8217;ve got a green thumb and a gym card on my key chain. i get tipsy after two sips of gin. i dream about homemade spaghetti sauce with freshly torn basil and black iron coat racks. i haven&#8217;t gotten a <a href=\"javascript:alert('and poor matt, my hair cut boy, thinks i have left him for another, when really, i have just fallen in love with ponytails');\" title=\"footnote\">proper hair cut<\/a> in 6 months.<!--i, i, i--><\/p>\n<p>i rush home so that i can water the plants before it gets dark and finish the painting i started <a href=\"javascript:alert('at 7am!');\" title=\"footnote\">in the morning<\/a> and crawl into bed, close my eyes and <i>feel<\/i> muscles i never knew i had.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;do you remember ever being sore when you were little?&#8221; i ask everyone.<\/p>\n<p>i don&#8217;t. i repeatedly scabbed my elbows and knees, but i don&#8217;t remember ever lamenting how much i ache. i ache so much these days, but they tell me it&#8217;s a good kind of ache, the kind that means you are doing something right&#8211; that you&#8217;re moving around&#8211; that you&#8217;re alive.<\/p>\n<p>when i told my mom that i was getting tired of the bright colors, she said, &#8220;oh, you&#8217;re getting old.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s a joke i make, often. <i>i&#8217;m such a grandma,<\/i> i laugh. a lola, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.incommunicado.net\">lisa<\/a> chimes. but i really don&#8217;t feel like one. i feel different, but not old, and i don&#8217;t think it&#8217;s the same thing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>i hardly recognize myself. i&#8217;ve got a green thumb and a gym card on my key chain. i get tipsy after two sips of gin. i dream about homemade spaghetti sauce with freshly torn basil and black iron coat racks. i haven&#8217;t gotten a proper hair cut in 6 months. i rush home so that [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=365"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1352,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365\/revisions\/1352"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}