When I first started tracking my spending, for example, I discovered that 70% of it was going towards eating out. In one final move of disgust, I wanted to kill myself by buying a bag of cheetos and stuffing every single morsel in my mouth at once. I would then ask Alanis Morrisette to give my eulogy, during which time she would learn the actual meaning of irony.
Alanis does need a in lesson in irony (unless the ironic part is that the song is not ironic… but now my head hurts). Oh, and the article is pretty insightful too.