I live alone in an inner city terrace.
I have water views.
My mornings are caffeine; my evenings are wine.
I live though my iPhone.
I complain about how many emails I get.
I do my grocery shopping at Fratelli Fresh.
I have a gay best friend.
I say things like “when life is less hectic I will finish my Masters”.
I work with semi famous people.
When did I turn into such a wanker?
