You went into Barneys New York the other day with your mum, and you had the pleasure of talking to my uncle (he works for one of the cosmetic lines) for awhile about an extremely worthy topic: ME. He told you I graduated with your sister, now professional dater of Tony Romo, and that we were all super jazzed that you were at our graduation ceremony. Then, y'all chatted about the unbelievable food in Missouri, and I think my uncle invited himself to hang out with you and your attractive/wealthy family. You told him you have a pad in New York when he said I live in Brooklyn. COME FIND ME BITCH.
If you see this, congratulations on not wearing as much makeup as Joe Jonas.
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