Mo Money, Mo Problems?

YEAH, RIGHT. Sorry, B.I.G., but I am simply not buying it. I'm pretty sure that for me, right now, at this stage of my life, mo money would equal mo happiness.

Seriously, money is at the very top of my stress list (also high on that list right now is the fact that I see the sandwich lady at Jimmy John's way more than I see my friends or my boyfried...but I digress). This isn't really all that surprising. See, unlike Tink, I have not been supporting myself financially since I was eighteen. Sure, I had my own checking account that I would put my meager paychecks from working at the tanning salon/martini bar/summer camp into, but I pretty much used that money to pay for drinks, manicures, and ballet flats. All of the BIG expenses (rent, utilities, doctor's bills, phone bills)? Those were covered by my parents. It's only since January that I've really started to appreciate how much stuff there is to pay for on a monthly basis. I'm not kidding when I say that I've seriously considered giving up home internet.

Anyways, I don't really have any advice or fun stories to share on this topic. Finances are simply NOT fun. Also not fun? The prospect of getting a financial advisor. Seriously, why do I want someone to tell me to put more money into my savings and spend less on wine. I LIKE WINE. SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MISER.

If you are more mature and wise than me and DO want a financial advisor, click here for some advice on how to pick one. Just don't say I didn't warn you when he tells you that you're spending too much on after-kickball beers.