Botox

Oh Lord...Jenny is ridiculous.

A little while ago she came to me and we had this little conversation:

Jenny: Babe, I think I'm going to get Botox next week as a birthday present to myself.
Me: Are you kidding me?!
Jenny: No. I want to get it.
Me: Seriously?! Why on Earth would you want to do that?
Jenny: So I don't look old.
Me: You're crazy. You are NOT getting Botox.
Jenny: Oh? Are you telling me what I can and can't do?
Me: If I say "yes" will you not get it?
Jenny: No.
Me: I was just kidding. Of course I'm not telling you what you can and can't do. But I really don't want you to get it.
Jenny: Why?
Me: Because you don't need it.
Jenny: I kinda think I do. I will soon though, for sure, so why not get a head start and prevent new wrinkles?
Me: Oh Lord.
Jenny: I haven't made up my mind yet, but I think I want to do it.
Me: You're crazy. Why risk fucking up your face when you don't even need Botox in the first place?
Jenny: It won't fuck up my face. I know a few people who have had it done by this doctor, and he's really good.
Me: Just don't do it. Please.
Jenny: Maybe. I'll think about it some more.

Then she walked away. Ugh. She's crazy.