Oh irony, oh exorcism

For Point A, please refer to yesterday's entry; for Point B, see the following:

Sometimes I try so hard to resist,
You say you will and I say you won't.
Sometimes I think that you don't exist
And sometimes you don't.
Pinch me 'cause I don't believe it,
Kiss me 'cause it feels like a hit,
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
You're determined to make me as miserable as you can,
You're like Harry Houdini or the Invisible Man.
Count 10 and then down again:
9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Doing everything they say shouldn't be done,
More fun than you can have with your clothes on.
Pinch me 'cause I don't believe it,
Kiss me 'cause it feels like a hit,
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
You're determined to make me as miserable as you can,
You're like Harry Houdini or the Invisible Man,
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
The less I see of you, the more I care,
The less I see of you, the more I care.



To discover this on the bonus disc while driving home today was the best thing that could have happened. And now on to: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muFE3BgSPWU.

A lot of the time these days I feel like this:

And like this:


It's not all bad!