Today, I go where no Me has ever gone before. I meet with a financial advisor to figure out how to best pay off my student loans / manage my dollar dollar bills, you all. It will basically be exactly as pictured above except, you know, I have brown hair and I do not have a gay husband. You know what it is that they say: More Money, More unnecessary pedicures and more of that that recurring nightmare in which you totally forgot you were keeping a puppy in a box underneath you bed. Making a decent living has actually given me more anxiety than comfort, as I can’t help but worry constantly that I’m not doing the right thing with my dough. Here’s hoping I find some Heavenly Peace in spreadsheets!