My lurrrve for Pacey Witter will apparently never, ever fade.
Because, really? All it takes is a simple, "Hi, I'm Joshua Jackson", and I get all giggly:
And then, by the end of the video, I had reached such heights of ridiculousness that I turned to Josh and said, "COME ON! JOSHUA JACKSON IS TOTALLY DESERVING OF THE SAME SORT OF MANCRUSH THAT YOU HAVE ON VIN DIESEL! SERIOUSLY!!"
That was about the time that he offered to make me a grilled cheese.
I'm not dumb. I know he did it to get out of the room so I'd stop blathering on about Pacey.
But, hey. I won't complain. 'Cause, you know. Free grilled cheese.