Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

Money. It's a gas.

This is a difficult one for me. It's funny -- I can cheerfully admit to sexual shenanigans that would shame a stripper, I'm happy to discuss my health (both mental and physical) with all the strangers who might be reading my unprotected journal entries; but admitting that I have serious problems managing my money is somehow much harder, much more embarrassing. However, it's reached a point where I need to say something about it, if only because admitting to other people that there's a problem is a necessary step for me in admitting it to myself.

[NB the following cut-text is very long and a bit rambling.]

( Must be funny in a rich man's world... )