Isn't it ironic?

My brother is constantly telling me I don't get irony, but hell, I do. This is pure irony at its best, a banner I saw while I was checking my (once-again inaccurate) horoscope - "How's your nutrition? Get tips from nutritionist so-and-so - brought to you by the Coca-Cola Company". Made me laugh. I like irony because it's the most intellectual form of humor that I can still understand (most of the time anyway). I've always aspired to be wittier, but there aren't many manuals out there, so I've just been winging it. Kwan did it really well, being British and all. She had this way of responding to my corny jokes - rapier-sharp comment delivered in flat, cool, RP tones; I loved it. That's irony in and of itself - I liked it, but I didn't like being the victim of it. I guess there's a lot of irony floating around in our lives, if we just look around. It's ironic that I put quite a bit of effort into making friends with Goldfinger while we were at college, only to be shot down and now, we're at a point that I can call him my friend, or something resembling one. It's ironic that the career I spent a large part of my life running from is now the career I'm pursuing. It's ironic that I have such a knack for knowing who goes with who, yet I can't seem to do the same for myself. Yup, life's full of little ironies.

Final thought: Ha, you thought I was gonna quote that Alanis Morrisette song, huh? Nope. My final thought for today is, isn't it ironic that although nothing is going on in my life, I still have the temerity to blog like every single freaking day?