Yesterday, my father decided that he was going to take the role of my
financial adviser. He told me that I needed to start being more careful with my money. Seriously? Buying an twinkie and an overpriced slice of pizza everyday for lunch does not fall under the category of financial responsibility? Hey now, my business of blogging keeps me exceptionally busy and leaves me with no time to spare. I don't have time to shop for groceries. I don't even know how to cook. Dad, what kind of a financial adviser are you? What do you mean when you refer to this thing you call a savings account? Financial planning is for stressed out individuals who spend their Friday nights at home with a borrowed board game. I prefer my carpe diem, live on the wild side, epicurean materialism where I do what I love, and love what I do and I don't plan on letting any
financial advisor shed me of my mentality any time soon. It is Wednesday night and I am going out and living it up without a care in the world. If you would listen to the preacher on Sundays, you'd know that you aren't suppose to worry about money anyway, you selfish pig. Speaking of which, can I borrow ten bucks?
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