yea, this place is sweetness

i am sitting here up in my treeehouse of a room, this place is great. it overlooks the courtyard, my lovely back yard. so peaceful. i thought the sounds of cars chuggin up sycamore hill would get on my nerves a little, but so far, it hasn't even been an issue. in the mornings it gets busy for a while or so, but that is all. i am all the way up on the fourth floor, so it's far away from me anyway. i have two skylights and five open all the way up cool pane glass windows. it's weird, most old buildings down here have tiny windows up on the the top floor, but this house has great big ones. the other bedroom that faces downtown has small windows, but they are at the perfect height for chair sittin while thinking and staring at the Carew tower or music hall...
and wow, to ride my bike around these parts, what a frikkin workout. shit, just getting up the stairs has made me have stronger legs. i got 52 steps to make it up if i forget my coffee in the morning: this has led me to stop drinking it. i drink water out of my cup at work instead.

i will be having a get together, it has just been a little slow getting everything where it needs to go. moving twice in a few months is a bitch. but this place is great, and i love the person who i am giving money to now.

wood floors, sweet paint job, ceiling fans, natural wind flow chills the place out so we don't even need the central air on. yea, this place is sweetness.