my so-called crush...

guilty pleasure #2657: watching my so-called life on the family channel every night at 11 before i hit the hay for work...

ok, so it's not exactly a guilty pleasure seeing that it was an entirely underrated, yet utterly fabulous show... i even dyed my hair a deep, awful red-ish hue as an ode to angela chase when i was in grade 7… but what honestly kept me coming back – and what was likely one of my first outlandish, never going to happen crushes – was the intoxicating jordan catalano (played by jared leto)... he's this ridiculously dense, lost-in-the-clouds guy with a sheepskin coat and long brown hair... sporting a black leather necklace and brooding about the halls of school with a far off look, he was the epitemy of all that a crush could and should be… a mysterious, tortured soul with nothing on his mind but getting laid and cutting class… singing “i wanna be sedated” by the ramones in his band frozen embryos, was enough to put the entire community of female youth viewers into the palm of his rugged hand… the funny thing though is that he’s not the “ideal” man… after watching last night’s episode – where he broke up with angela because she wouldn’t have sex with him – i realized that this astonishingly handsome guy simply thought with his man-bits and really just stares a lot… but what he truly represents is that unattainable, dream-like image of a non-challant man with uber good looks… and as we all know, the bad boys always win…