Waking up.

You know who you are. Its like a secret. Randomly.
Waking up in S.F. is like the best. At 7.45 my alarm on iTunes starts to play some nice music. This morning it was Provider by N.E.R.D, (a nice way to wake up by the way). Well, i just snooze like 10 minutes and get up of my bed, just get some shorts on and a t-shirt. Outside you hear like some cars and maybe some ambulance or a firetruck passing by. I go to the window, drag up the curtains and look out. Out from our seventhfloor view, out over S.F., i can see the legendary "toothpick" building from here and hopefully ill see the sun rising over some of the skyscrapers here. Otherwise ill just see fog and then i know its really cold outside. You know, like "jacket" cold, and that sucks a little.

Anyway i go out in the kitchen, open our kinda small but deep and wide as hell fridge and grab the half gallon milk thats in there. Pour up some in a nicelooking bowl from IKEA and just add some Cap'n Crunch. After that just brush my teeth, wash off my face and head down to our lobby, doing the "wassup" nod to the securityguard that sits there like 24/7 and head out on the street. It smells like Greece when you get out here, specialy on the mornings. This weird "hot" smell mixed with coffee from starbucks and the piss from all the bums that begging for your money when you get closer to Powell Station. I saw a guy yesterday held this sign that said "My family has been kidnapped by ninjas, give me a dollar". So lame... Well i just head on the "T" train to Sunnydale and jumps off after like 15mins and head to my office.

More about my new apartment and some pics tomorrow. Got my comp back today aswell, HD was intact, fuck yeah! Its sweetalicious, until then. Holla~