Admittance to a superhero complex.

I watched The Amazing Spiderman the other night.
I do want to to tell you that I think Andrew Garfield is the best Spidey yet, and Emma Stone is really divine, and even though the Lizard made me cry, and the CGI wasn't nearly as gorgeous as anything Pixar could do, this one was best yet.
But mainly I want to say that every time my knee hurts (which has been often lately), I have fallen into the habit of imagining myself as the web-slinger with a bullet in his leg.

Heroes melt me. Honestly they're a downfall. I am pathetic at times.

Save someone in the name of justice and I'll want to marry you.