Am I missing something? Is being fake better than being real?
I was at lunch yesterday and saw a former co-worker of mine. I was flabbergasted by her appearance! She, at 30, have resorted to major cosmetic surgery. Botox, in the forehead, collagen in the lips, cheek implants that stuck out so far, I'm sure she couldn't see what was literally right under her nose. A nose now so narrow, she probably can hardly breath. She was golden bronze(Florida sun), but it stood out against her shockingly platinum blond hair.
She had on a tube top that showed her ultra hard breast(she kept jumping up and down in excitement at seeing me. Or she just wanted her melons noticed. I don't know) which were miles apart and constantly on hard. ILK Wanted to ask her to 'please dim your headlights'. But thought better of it. Any who, this walking silicone barbie was with a fine man, who was into her like a key in a lock. (corny I know, but bare w/me) Anyway, ken doll was really into ex coworker. (Are you smelling my hateraide?)
So I'm wondering. What's the appeal? I don't get it? I come from home grown goodies, so I can't fathom manufactured goods.
I wonna hear from ya.

I'm out.
Jinger w/ a "J"