Ummmm... what a yummy so-called week

Turns out my favorite coworker ever has all five volumes of the one-and-only season of My So-Called Life. Which he lent me. Which I watched for five straight days. And which is why my decade old crush on Jordan Catalano is now raging in full fire. He (my CW) tells me I am an Angela, however I have proof right here that I am, in fact, a Rayanne.



In addition, as an old-school slap in the face to all those Mrs. Whoever the Broody Guy is on The OC baby tees, I am ordering my very own Mrs Jordan Catalano shirt. The hubby will probably not enjoy that, but what can I do? It's a calling.