I usually don’t mind being a broke-ass, but that was until I got sick as fuck. Coughing, sneezing, dripping… I’m a hot mess and without health insurance or the ability to justify spending $50 on drug store meds, I am stuck drinking tea and hoping for the best. Sarah’s Poor-as-fuck-Stew

Ever since our office moved from the East Village to Midtown, I find myself forced to defend my decision NOT to try the latest oooh-we-chop-up-salads-therefore-we-feel-justified-charging-almost-$10-for-it spot for lunch. “You cannot buy this yourself cheaper at a store- crispy chicken, cheddar and blue cheese, spinach, avocado, bacon and anything else you