good morning sunshine

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Andie lives in a loft apartment in San Francisco, California. He shouldn't, really. He still has a few more weeks until he turns 18.

(But the landlord doesn't need to know that.)

9:04AM.

My eyes begin to flutter awake. The first thing I'm greeted with is the view of the Golden Gate Bridge in the right corner of my window in front of my room. Honestly, I could admire the beauty of that thing for hours on end.

After a few minutes though, I began to feel restless. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stand up. I walk to my closet and pick out my OUTFIT(!!!!) for the day:

 I walk to my closet and pick out my OUTFIT(!!!!) for the day:

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I look in the mirror and shrug my shoulders. I'm still a little groggy, so I only brush my eyebrows and put on a coat of mascara. I quickly shave my legs and arms (I don't really have facial hair, thank goodness) and head out the door.

To Starbucks!

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