I don't think I could recognise a cut by 30 Seconds to blah blah blah if my life depended on it. This is pretty much a post about the holy hawtness of Jared Leto.
Because oh la..... right? The leather = good. The shades = good, although I love his eyes. The perfectly tousled hair = good. The bulge in his pants = impressive. That could be anything I suppose, but I am going with idea that he would be capable of making you hurt in all the right places...... sigh.
I love Jared Leto. He was and will always be the ultimate bad boy of my teenage years. Jordan Catalano.... you were such an asshole to Angela, but you know that he would totally have pried apart her dimpled thighs in Season 2. If there had been a Season 2. I am still kind of bitter there was no Season 2 of My So Called Life. Can you tell.
While trolling the interwebs for the above photos, I stumbled across this old image of Jared making out with Paris Hilton. So instead of my usual rant against the viewing public for the cancellation of My So Called Life, I am now choosing to place the blame for the cancellation of this amazing show squarely on the slutty shoulders of Paris Hilton.