Insert appropriate song title...

Are you ever driving and turn on the radio to fill the silence and/or drown out the noise in your head, and some song comes on the hits the nail right on the head? I hate that. Odd, since usually the irony is the only thing that keeps me going. Then again I find irony where other people don't so maybe that explains it. My life is a work of satire, full of dramatic irony, odd sad little situations, shoes, and me.

My day started out with trauma that was resolved but I'm still feeling off off off. Then again it may be that I'm a drama queen. Meh, trauma, drama, what's the diff. I envy goths sometimes I need black for my eyes, I need something to make me look fierce. Problem is, in Kuwait that's not the statement black makes. People, when I'm feeling goth it in no way means that I've turned into those girls that use a trowel to slather their make up on. So I don't. Maybe I will later tonight. Gah, I need release.

Dark images in my head and I can't shake them off. Inside this skull ain't pretty, don't be fooled by the lights. In other news I can't keep going over things pick pick picking at them, pulling at the threads until they're even more frayed. If I pick the right one maybe the whole thing will come unraveled. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Song, not the one on the radio, this is one that been on repeat in the iPod of my head for the last couple of days. Pardon me, Incubus. The lyrics in case you're not familiar with them go something like:

Pardon me while I burst
Pardon me while I burst
A decade ago, I never thought I would be.
At twenty three on the verge of spontaneous combustion woe is me
But I guess that it comes with the territory.
An ominous landscape of never-ending calamity.
I need you to hear.
I need you to see.
That I have had all I can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me
So Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
So Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me.
I'll never be the same.
Not, two days ago I was having a look in a book
And I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees
I said I can relate
Cause lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcome vacation from.
The burdens of the planet earth, like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
And thinking so much differently.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
Pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me.
I'll never be the same.
Never be the same...yeah.
Pardon me while I burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games
So pardon me while I burn, and rise above the flame
Pardon me, pardon me. I'll never be the same.
Pardon me, never be the same. Yeah

If it comes across as corny or stupid, it doesn't when you're listening to it. I remember first time I heard it, on the radio. I was in 11th grade and depressed, actually when I make a reference to anything that takes place during high school assume I was depressed unless told otherwise. So some guy calls in and request this song by then unheard of band (in Kuwait anyway). It hit me like no song had before. So... yeah. Definitely contemplating combustication, implosion, explosion, something. One day my dears, all they'll find of me is the shard. Remind me to put up the doggrel I had written when I was in high school. Pathetic emo shite, but it was good for a laugh. I know this can be defined as the same but, well, I need to let off steam somehow, right?