{"id":257,"date":"2004-04-08T22:30:02","date_gmt":"2004-04-08T21:30:02","guid":{"rendered":"\/?p=257"},"modified":"2004-04-08T22:30:02","modified_gmt":"2004-04-08T21:30:02","slug":"o-h-m-y-g-o-d","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/2004\/04\/08\/o-h-m-y-g-o-d\/","title":{"rendered":"o-h-m-y-G-O-D !!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>when i turned twelve, on what must have been a cold morning of november, after considering all the summer holidays i could possibly remember and what i had done and where i had been, i made the decision that my tenth year had been the best of my life, and all throughout my teenage years, and the summer holidays that followed, i did a pretty good job at making this belief true.<\/p>\n<p><em>i suppose that&rsquo;s where my autobiography begins, but i&rsquo;m too lazy to write it, and i can&rsquo;t write anyway.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>i can&rsquo;t actually remember much of that year when i was nine years old, and i can&rsquo;t remember much of the summer holidays that preceded my tenth birthday, that&rsquo;s why all i can do now is keep in mind that it was fourteen years ago.<br \/>\n:eek:<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>when i turned twelve, on what must have been a cold morning of november, after considering all the summer holidays i could possibly remember and what i had done and where i had been, i made the decision that my tenth year had been the best of my life, and all throughout my teenage years, [&hellip;]<\/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-257","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-unfinished-thoughts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/257","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=257"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/257\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=257"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=257"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/julietterobert.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=257"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}