Is this my Shania moment?

I have no money. I keep spending it even though I don't have it. I'm owed quite a bit of money, which for some satanic reason will not come.

I've often said that I need to have some kind of Shania Twain moment in my life. When something happens which forces me to step up and act responsibly and nobly, 'n shit (without anyone dying, of course--that would be too Shania).

I don't think I'm there yet. The ST moment should probably come at a time and place where/when I can't ask my parents for money. They probably should have kicked me out when they said they were going to. Instead I stayed way too long, and though I did finally get out, not much has changed.

I hate being such an asshole. Assholes suck.