{"id":745,"date":"2003-10-19T14:04:10","date_gmt":"2003-10-19T21:04:10","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"-0001-11-30T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"-0001-11-30T08:00:00","slug":"","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/?p=745","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I really want to change the layout now, because when I am not reading the blog from the b2edit, it\\&#8217;s tearing my eyes out.  Yet I want to impress those people who take days to realize that the graphic has MICE in there and NOT GRAPES.<\/p>\n<p>A few weeks ago, a girl (to her guy friend) started singing Backstreet Boys &#8211; I Want It That Way at the top of her lungs as I was waiting to cross the street.  During the short-lived teeny bopper stage a few years ago, I was infatuated with some guy.  I would sit at the computer talking to him, playing that song over and over again.  It was those times when I would go to sleep with flushed cheeks and wake up the next morning thinking that life&#8230;for once&#8230;is good.  Pressing repeat every time it ended, sometimes catching it after it went on to the next song.  When I listened to that one song, <i>this is exactly how i feel right this is how i feel about someone<\/i>.  And I listened to it during the last stage of our pseudo-relationship&#8230;listened to the chorus of BSB members sing <i>I want it that way<\/i> as we argued over the philosophy of life.  It\\&#8217;s strange how I look back and discard these times almost with embarassment.  So when I heard that girl singing that song, I found myself humming along, <i>I never wanna hear you say&#8230;<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>Next song, please.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I really want to change the layout now, because when I am not reading the blog from the b2edit, it\\&#8217;s tearing my eyes out. Yet I want to impress those people who take days to realize that the graphic has &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/?p=745\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-745","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/745","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=745"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/745\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=745"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=745"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/of.jennism.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=745"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}