Blurb My Brain:
Sometimes life is very ironic. Too ironic for its own good.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where your two exes become roommates.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you dread going to work, and then realize you don't go for another day.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you can be high school rivals with an individual, and then 5 years later have a real conversation for an hour with them.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you end up dating the kind of man you swore you would never ever fall for.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you miss being in that place that was the worst time of your life.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where people you never thought would come back to you suddenly reenter your life.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where your crappy average blog reaches 70 views in one day as a result of Chinese readers.
Life. Friggen ironic.
Sometimes life is very ironic. Too ironic for its own good.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where your two exes become roommates.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you dread going to work, and then realize you don't go for another day.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you can be high school rivals with an individual, and then 5 years later have a real conversation for an hour with them.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you end up dating the kind of man you swore you would never ever fall for.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where you miss being in that place that was the worst time of your life.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where people you never thought would come back to you suddenly reenter your life.
I'm talking about the kind of ironic where your crappy average blog reaches 70 views in one day as a result of Chinese readers.
Life. Friggen ironic.
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