cheers to the days that you squeeze every last drop of wine out of the wine bag, because franzia is all you can afford; to endless porch nights smoking cigarettes until the sun comes up that become one too many nights out of your week; to singing the blues on the bus rides down santa monica blvd; to sneaking into concerts with your lover just because it excites you; cheers to doing lines at 4am just so you can make it to your 6am coffee shop shift; cheers to all the ugly things in life that excite you, that bore you, and make you alive all at the same time