Stolen identities
As soon as I met up with my super smart, soon-to-be diabetes doctor chick yesterday, my eyes darted to her chest like a magnet to a fridge. Seriously, it was worse than a 14-year-old boy gawking at the likes of Farrah Fawcett circa 1978. But the thing is, my eyes glued to her chest had nothing to do with her chest at all. It was what was sparkling in front of her chest that had stolen my stares. Tiffany! That necklace is a neclace I have been coveting for months now, stalking it on the Tiffany website, seeing it around the necks of celebrities and models in magazines, and dreaming of it around my own neck one day. I may very well have had to wipe the drool from my face seeing it in the flesh! Yesterday was the last date my diabetes doctor chick and I will be able […]