Why are my friends my friends?

I love my friends.

I don't tell them that I love them or ever do anything that might remotely be construed as love for them, but I do. I love them.

I just have never met such a goddamn fantastic group of people as the friends that I have that allow me to be part of their circle.

Sometimes I think: don't they see me for the fraud that I am? But clearly they haven't figured it out yet. Suckers.

Happy birthday, Coco. Your cooking abilities surpass that of anyone that I know. And when you become the next big Hollywood Sensation: can I clean your pool?