I'd buy me a small house with a big studio and a tiny garden. Wait, make that a big garden. Then I'd hire me a gardener. Then I'd hire me a financial manager, and a private secretary and a bodyguard. Then I'd get in fights with all my family and friends. Then my financial manager would elope with my secretary (or gardener or bodyguard) and all my money. Then I would change my name and run away and end my life alone in bitter recrimination.
No, wait.
I'd buy me a small house with a big studio and a tiny garden. Wait, make that a big garden. Then I'd hire me a gardener. Then I'd hire me a financial manager, and a private secretary and a bodyguard. The gardener would be a poor orphan and he would fall in love with me at first sight, but I wouldn't even notice him and I would prefer partying with my new friends. But after a while I would see them for what they are, and finally notice the gardener, and we would both live happily ever after.
Yeah, right
