Not that long ago, I wrote a post for this very website which chronicled my experience as a sun-kissed, burrito-fed Californian living for three years in NYC. Soft of heart and fake blonder of hair, I bemoaned New York’s frigid winters, sleazy one-upping “networkers,” and lack of publicly-placed recycling bins.
So I moved to Portland last summer from San Francisco and, as you can tell from my previous posts, (A Scumbag’s Guide to Portland) I’m madly in love with it.
the ultimate hat head Happy Memorial Day Recovery Week! I imagine most of us, like good Americans, are spending the day wondering exactly where the inevitable poison oak rash will show up, tending to damaged livers and patchy sunburns, and still uncomfortably digesting all those hot dogs. I also imagine
So after a long, snowy winter, summer like weather is finally upon us here in NYC. In the home of the $1,000 pizza, how is a cheapskate supposed to enjoy oneself? Here are a few suggestions for those of us who like to pay next to nothing to get our
Whelp, guys, it’s hot out. I’m just gonna say it. I’m gonna be the Eminem of this website, givin you things you joke about with your friends inside your living room, the only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y’all and I don’t gotta
The arrival of the Jelly NYC Pool Parties can only mean one thing: it’s. fucking. summer! Contrary to popular belief, I’ve found that I’ve had way, way more fun, and been more happy about my life overall during the summers I’ve not been in relationships. The following exchange took place
This Memorial Day I watched a dear friend place two bags of BBQ charcoal on his skateboard, sit atop of them and let his Pit Bull pull him all the way home. It was awesome. Right before that happened, I was in Prospect Park, riding around on one of