When your wallet looks like this. 1. Craigslist – We all know that Craig can be a creepy mofo, but here’s what: the good ol’ guy has gotten me hooked up more times than I’d like to admit. Since moving to NYC almost five years ago, I’ve scoured Craigslist for

I’ve been re-watching a lot of old episodes of Freaks and Geeks with my Nick Andopolis/Sam Weir hybrid of a boy toy lately (all of the philosophical stoner wisdom of Andopolis without the clinginess, and the gentlemanly quality of Weir without the hairless pits– what more could a lady ask

Last weekend, my friend Heather and I spent four days as pretend hillbillies.  We’ve always wanted to go to the Deep South– land of deliciously heavy foods, porch drinking, adorable floppy-lipped hound dogs, and people with two first names and cousins for lovers (let’s forget the racism and gross ignorance

Life is intense. The sun is always too bright. The streets are always too dirty. Your friends are always too dull. Your girlfriend is always wearing those horrible pants you hate. At some point over the past million years or so of facing these realities, Man thought to himself: “Why

It’s like a Battle of the Bands, except not totally lame and terrible. No spiked hair with red tips. No inter-song banter involving erections or silly hats/ironic t-shirts. And most importantly, no puerile attempts at rap-rock. Oh yeah and there’s no music either, so that’s cool. Instead, the art gallery

I write to you, dear reader, from Fremont Street in Las Vegas, Nevada. Here at my hotel – the Golden Gate Hotel and Casino – I wait out the extreme midday heat, letting my somewhat brackish lunch digest. The room is decent; the bathroom is functional. Smoking is allowed so

I’ve always felt good about Tuesday. It’s not Monday, so that’s already a good start. Wednesday is awkward and unnecessary unless you follow a half-day Wednesday schedule, in which case it’s awesome – like a weekend in the middle of the week! Thursdays are supposedly “thirsty” but then you wake