Tired and frustrated

I may just watch the Hulk solely for the sake of seeing more Tony Stark. Because we love robot suits, and we don't know why.

In other news, the last few days have been infused with sleepiness due to migrane-esque headaches that become their worst right when I go to bed. Of all the things to inherit from Mama, that is NOT one I wanted. Not least because it makes me dependent for the ability to think straight on coffee and ibuprofin.

And I want a shoulder to cry on from someone a bit taller than me. Because every time the girls hug me, it's like I'm the mom or big sister and by default they lean on me. Sometimes I fraking hate being tall. Not to mention not having a boyfriend.

Heh

Tell me that it's nothing
Tell me it's not true
Tell me I'm mistaken
Tell me it's just you

Tell me there's no reason
Tell me there's no time
Tell me there's just no way
No thought, reason or rhyme.

Tell me all these things
And just you tell me then
There's no way you could love me
And I'll say you lie - you MEN.

Haaaahahaha

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