life imitating art, imitating life*

she pointed it out: i hate valentine's day, and my work made me write a five-thousand character text about it. yesterday i got myself drunk with wine (i mean completely wasted: i couldn't even walk, and blanked out at some point), and today i'm writing about... wine. irony? as nomyia said - and she gave this post's title, thank you, dear - destiny sometimes plays tricks on us. shame it only works out in my work, and by irony. for example, i'd like to write here "i wanna win the jackpot" and bang!, win the lottery tomorrow. or rather "i'd like to meet emily browning" and have her knocking on my door tonight, before the party. well. dreaming is still tax-free, isn't it?