Isn't It Ironic?

God's got a sense of irony. Or mother nature. Or the spirits that pull the strings of this puppet show that is life. Or India. Or life. Either way, somebody in control finds irony hysterical, and I am a particular favourite among the critics.

I'm not quite sure that I actually fully understand irony. Because I grew up in the time of Alanis Morissette and the rain on her wedding day and apparently she got the term completely wrong, so perhaps my definition won't be making it into Webster's anytime soon.

Either way, you've got to give God/mother nature/the spirits/India/life a pat on the back. Because only in my life would I have a wonderfully magnificent 22nd birthday and then end up on the dirty bathroom floor at 4 am calling ralph into a toilet that doesn't flush.

That's gotta be some sort of ironic. Don't you think?