{"id":408,"date":"2002-11-12T11:05:34","date_gmt":"2002-11-12T19:05:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=408"},"modified":"2002-11-12T11:05:34","modified_gmt":"2002-11-12T19:05:34","slug":"tomorrowmagandaorg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2002\/11\/12\/tomorrowmagandaorg\/","title":{"rendered":"tomorrow.maganda.org"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>so, like, if i were the kind of person who bitched all the time about every little thing that pissed her off, i&#8217;d probably tell you about the guy who cut me off last night on the sunset strip, and while i was at it, i&#8217;d probably mention that i hate that part of town because of drivers like him, and because you can&#8217;t park anywhere for less than eight dollars, and because the number of men with greasy hair and shirts unbuttoned two too many times is drastically high.<\/p>\n<p>if i were on a roll, i&#8217;d explain that i was only there to see a friend perform in an improv comedy show, which was &#8212; despite his modesty &#8212; pretty good. unfortunately, i&#8217;d add, i was sitting beside a casting agent wearing too much perfume, and she didn&#8217;t clap or laugh or smile, not even once.<\/p>\n<p>that would remind me of my neighbor out back who i&#8217;m convinced has three other people shacking up in her one-bedroom apartment. these three people never acknowledge me or my roommate when we&#8217;re inches away from each other, yet have no problem running past our windows at 4 in the morning, shrieking and giggling like high school girls at a slumber party.<\/p>\n<p>speaking of high school, i&#8217;d tell you, there is a naughty high school kid who gave his teacher my phone number as his own, so i get voicemails all the time about his grades and his health, and i can&#8217;t even contact the school to tell them to stop calling me because i can&#8217;t understand half the things they say.<\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;d offhandedly remark that last night i sketched an obese garfield on a cocktail napkin that made me think of elvis in his late southern-fried days. i would crack a smile, until i noticed that the pen i used to make the drawing leaked in my favorite purse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>so, like, if i were the kind of person who bitched all the time about every little thing that pissed her off, i&#8217;d probably tell you about the guy who cut me off last night on the sunset strip, and while i was at it, i&#8217;d probably mention that i hate that part of town [&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\/408"}],"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=408"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/408\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}