Poe sucks at faking it.

How much?

Apparently, pretty fucking much.

But fuck that, I had fun losing my train of thought and saying the first thing that came to my mind, which wasn't necessarily the nicest and/or smartest thing, but then, who the fuck is constantly smart and/or nice? Without consciously trying?

Yeah, bitch. Nobody. That's just the way we humans roll. We're all assholes.

Anyway.

Go Shawty, its ya birthday. We're gonna party like it's ya birthday, we're gonna sip paan liqeur, like it's your birthday, and you know we don't give a fuck we'll still fucking hook up with other chicks on your motherfucking BIRTHDAY!

Yeah, no, I'm not that pissed. Reelly.

Just, y'know, being acerbic and shite.

But fuck man, being high is a bitch. Like, always, according to my records. Jesus H.

But then, I still get to act like a whore, and I love my friends man, they actually bother to put up with my chutiyagiri. You guys are awesome. Even if I cuss out at you way too often, and act pricey at the drop of a flippin' hat. It's all just the insecurity acting out man, don't blame the Coo' Poe that y'all love, cause she's still in there, somewhere. Look out look out, she'll be here to stay soon.

Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my dilated-pupil-ed eye.