*squeals like a 11-year-old at a Jonas Bros. concert*
Oh yeah, Blog Boss Javacia was there too.
Y’all remember that fateful night when I met Keith? Well, the Kentucky Derby Festival photographers took the above pic and promised to pass it along. They lived up to their commitment – and just in time for my Kentucky departure. I can now leave in peace.
*squeals like rusty garage door*
Now before you haters start invading the comments sections with snide remarks, I’ll respond to a few that I’ve already received:
– No, I don’t look like Ray-J.
– Keith is NOT wearing skinny jeans. They just fit well.
– Keith is not “pushing up on my woman.” He’s just didn’t want to lean on me because that would look suspect.
– When I saw Keith’s vest, I did not say “What is that, velvet?”
Stop hating, start appreciating.
*squeals like a church lady who saw a mouse in her pew*