I'm missing you like hurricanes

You know how it is. You had a bad day at work. Your nerves are frayed because you're addicted to coffee. You know you should quit, but you'll never get through the day without it. You feel like you're going to have a heart attack at 25. Maybe this is a sign from God that I should quit my job, you say. But you don't think God would want you to go hungry or leave bills unpaid, either. You're feeling too angst-ridden lately, like a bad emo anthem.

Well, with friends like these, it doesn't really matter how shitty your day was.

My friends have serious shit-blocking powers via emails and a heartwarming blog entry that circumnavigate the world and hit the spot.

Drey, whom I met in high school and have been friends with for over ten years, is in Japan exploring possibilities. If you think that sounds kick-ass, well, you're right because she is.

Bodge, who made college so much better, quit her corporate job and went to med school. She is so freakishly cool, you forget she has an insanely huge heart.

Girls, I wish I had your guts and your admirable conviction. Not to mention your stunning good looks. Hello!

I miss you so.