{"id":161,"date":"2001-01-08T18:00:19","date_gmt":"2001-01-08T18:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ubuntu.my\/wp30\/archives\/2001\/01\/08\/161.html"},"modified":"2001-01-08T18:00:19","modified_gmt":"2001-01-08T18:00:19","slug":"161","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/archives\/2001\/01\/08\/161.html","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>ok.. more absurd events in my life. all because earlier this evening, i was whining about my back\/neck\/hands and everything else that has stopped functioning properly.<\/p>\n<p>we &#8211; R, H and R&#8217;s friend spent the day in restaurants playing Cosmic Encounter and laughing hysterically. R &#038; his friend have known each other for 21 years and are a bloody riot together, knocking on everything; H &#038; i couldn&#8217;t stop laughing for the life of us. we got lost in Boston, looking for a really cool cafe that has since shut down &#8211; we were very sad about this. finally, we ended up in finagle a bagle at park street. tehehe.. stayed there till they kicked us out.<\/p>\n<p>back at my place, R decides that we should go hottubbing &#8211; i laugh at him, reminding him he is on the east coast now.. he putzes around, calls a bunch of different places and finds an open hot tub place in Portsmouth, New Hampshire. so we head off to the lovely state of New Hampshire. R books the tub until the place closes, which shocks the lady at the desk who says that she doesn&#8217;t know anyone who has ever stayed longer than 2 hours.. R said she doesn&#8217;t know him yet.. he&#8217;s the 6\/7\/8 hour type. we talk, lounge, listen to music, play scrabble. i got a massage that put me into glory heaven state. what an ecstasy nite without the drugs. fabulous conversations.. i spent most of the nite listening to R&#038;H get to know one another and, as i predicted, they got along fabulously, babbling away about relationships and ideas for the future.. typical H happily directing R into emotional talk and i was impressed in the amount she got out of him.. it was precious. my silly friends.<\/p>\n<p>everyone keeps asking me about boy. and i don&#8217;t know entirely how to respond. add that to the fact that i am in such a fucked up state right now. body very upset forcing sex drive to approach null &#038; void. all together get emotions all fucked up making me just a pissy little thing. i think R is about to kill me over it. i am unmotivated to work, to think, to deal. i don&#8217;t want to talk to people and have been in the habit of not responding to personal emails &#038; phone calls.. i have avoided my date from last week and by now, i am guessing she thinks i am a freak; although she may also think i am out of town since i told her i was going to portland this week. i am just not in the mood to deal and i am not quite sure how to handle that appropriately. the total emotion can be summed up to &#8220;blah.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>ok.. more absurd events in my life. all because earlier this evening, i was whining about my back\/neck\/hands and everything else that has stopped functioning properly. we &#8211; R, H and R&#8217;s friend spent the day in restaurants playing Cosmic Encounter and laughing hysterically. R &#038; his friend have known each other for 21 years [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-161","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/161","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=161"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/161\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=161"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=161"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.zephoria.org\/thoughts\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=161"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}