It's Friday. 6:14am.You roll out of bed, wipe yesterday's mascara from under one eye, and walk 300m to Hawthorn Aquatic Leisure Centre.
Pilates? Sauna? Lap pool?You're that girl.You come home glowing like a glazed doughnut with a superiority complex.
Bathroom: walk-in shower. Vanity with storage.Your Airwrap's doing battle with humidity, and Frank Ocean's moaning through the UE Boom.
You're 80% hair, 20% delusion.Perfect ratio.
