Today I got to see the results of a photo campaign that I went to with Chelsea and Zahra. I don't remember anything very eventful happening. Except the guy painting "NO H8" on my face kept calling me "baby" and telling me how cute I was - and while I was actually standing in front of those bright lights, following instructions to look this way, tilt that way, and tugging down my Hugo Boss v-neck so you could get a good gander at the tooth around my neck. . . uhhh. I forgot what I was taking about . . .
oh yeah. (sometimes I need a trail of breadcrumbs to get back to my original point)
While I'm standing there under the lights and being blinded by flashes my pocket was vibrating like mad.
When I walked away from my white background and into reality I pulled the duct tape from my 5 day beard growth (ouchy) and checked my phone.
While I'm campaigning against hate, Matt is solving it on his own.
Maybe people would like Haiti more if it were called Likey
That's what my phone was vibrating at me.
Oh, Matt. This is why you're my bestie. Text messages like this.