Anyway, re-reading some of my posts of the last 2 weeks to get a handle on all this flux, I found this on 12/16 (11 days ago):
The ironic thing to happen would be if I fall in love with someone in Columbus (Boy with Tattooed Hand, perhaps) in the next 6 weeks and then have a horribly teary goodbye. That, or terrorists crash planes into the Space Needle.
No no, that wouldn't be irony, because I'd already noted the possibility. REAL irony is when you reconnect with someone who you remember from college and high school, but he also remembers you from JUNIOR HIGH (how many years ago this was is too ghastly to speak aloud), and yet he -still- finds you kissable. That, O My Brothers, is Irony.
