I Miss My Birkin

So I've told you about my diamond once before. She lives in Cali, US with her boyfriend. On the country side, or no, just in a small town at the time, but she; just like me, is a big city girl, and if she gets it her way, they'll be out of there the second he's graduated from college if not sooner. So the infamous (or famous) Diamond of mine left me, so fine I get it , we all gotta live our life, that's probably why I left my hometown, I was in a desperate need of living my life, but still, we did everything together and it sucks that she's not around when I need to talk, sure we have cells (actually I don't think her cell is working at the moment) but it's not the same as talking to someone face to face. But she'll be back for my birthday, and I am super excited. We are gonna rock the crazy out of K-town. But lately I keep thinking what if she dies or I die, and what if we aren't able to keep in touch, and the other person will never know her best friend is dead. I know, it sound crazy, we have been friends sins we were kids and I don't truly think we'll ever not talk at all, but to be honest, that thought sometimes shakes me up a little… She's like my purse, my favorite one, you know the one purse you have, that you just love and you know you'll never gonna throw out, that's her, she's my Birkin (not that I actually have that purse, but still that's her).

So Birkin diamond girl, get your bony ass home