We all have that one friend. The friend we go to for absolutely everything. Literally everything. But sometimes we forget to thank these wonderful human beings for simply being in our lives. So, here’s to the best friends in our lives, the ones we would ‘literally die’ without.

When something happens -- be it good or bad, funny or horrible -- they’re the first person you call.

They’re the person that hates someone simply because you hate them, whether it’s some person you yourself have never even met, or a boy who screwed you over.

They’re the ones that you know you can talk to about anything and everything, from the normal to the inappropriate, from the mundane to insane. They’re not afraid to tell you if you look like you just rolled out of bed after a few too many shots of vodka.

Or to be the one that hands you too many shots of vodka.

Best friends are the ones that save you from the creepy guy at the bar. They’re the ones that also decide it’s a good idea to go to a bar on a Tuesday. Or a Wednesday. Or a Monday. Or basically any day that ends in the letter ‘y.’

They’re the ones you’d call to bail you out of jail. (Although, let’s be honest, they’re probably sitting in the cell with you.)

They’re the ones that are always ready for an adventure. Whether it’s a random trip to Atlantic City, or a five hour long drive when finals (or work, or life) just become too much.

So, to my very best friend:

Thank you for the drunken shenanigans;

The times we laughed so hard we cried;

The times you made me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry;

For listening to my never ending boy problems;

For never letting me do stupid things alone;

For every bad idea becoming a great story; and

For the times you told me like it is.

So here’s to the crap we talk and the guys we stalk.

Thanks for being my best supporter, and for the gushy texts you send me when I need them.

And for listening to me ramble on about the random events of my day, whether it’s about my Chipotle bowl being too spicy or about not knowing where I parked my car.

Thank you for sharing your secrets. And your closet.

Thank you for accepting that my life’s a joke, made funnier by your presence in it.