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Cheap Dates: Dating and F*cking Like a Broke-Ass Baller
Like many San Franciscans, I am exceptionally poor. As in I’m on Food Stamps poor. As in I had to ask the cashier to void my transaction when I found out Carl’s Jr. couldn’t accept my Food Stamps poor, which was awkward for both me and my date (to be
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While those of you who gave away all your possessions in preparation for the end of the world might be disappointed (on so many levels really), I’m happy to announce that we’ve made it to 2013.
The Broke-Ass Middle Class
The first time I felt like a New Yorker was subtle but significant. It happened when I went out to buy ice cream and refused, for the first time, to walk the extra two blocks to the next bodega, where the ice cream was cheaper by a dollar. Finally lulled
Hakka Restaurant
Hakka Restaurant Most restaurants, or rather, most businesses tend to line up along urban trenches of varying size and length, barnacles barely clinging to the wave-buffeted crags of commerce. But, once in a while on a ride or walk about town you’ll come upon a singular little place wedged into
The Unavoidable Slow Day at Work
There are conflicting emotions that are entrenched in my heart for those snail-like days at the J-O-B. On one hand, there isn’t any work to do, which usually results in a lackluster effort of staying busy. This is a perfect opportunity to slack off. On the other hand, time moves
Hey Wine Lovers: 50% Off at Wineluv Wednesdays
Just because you’re a broke-ass doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate some good wine in fine atmosphere. Actually, it’s almost like just living in the Bay Area gives you a better palate for food and wine no matter how rich or broke you are. If you happen to be of the
Naive Thoughts of Life Before the City
While some kids grow up with the city skyline in their backyard and used the streets as their playground, others live vicariously through what they see on television and read about in novels. I was once a young girl growing up in the culturally starved Midwest, thumbing through fashion magazines