What’s awesome about New York is that if you’re cold, hungry, thirsty or tired there are never a shortage of places to go into to remedy these issues. Bodegas, delis, bookstores, coffee places, bars.  But what about the bathroom?   We all know that walking into a Starbucks bathroom in

As with whoever wrote about 90 Types of Bitches, likewise, I say there are a comparable amount of types of assholes.  I, however, am just going to share a a few with you here and now. Now YOU can determine what kind of an asshole you are or know in

Have you ever gotten someone a birthday present that you soon realize they will hate?  That happened to me recently for my hubby’s birthday.  I was trying to be creative and so I got him’a cooking class.  Apparently, I had been trying to get him to go to a cooking

NOTE: While the whole de-motivational poster thing has gotten a little lame, in honor of their more sincere/less funny ancestors, I will share some of my favorites with you here. Also, it should be known that I don’t like Dilbert comics. Working in an office sucks. Of course there are

What I am about to suggest may seem wrong for a website for and about broke people.  I think the restaurant I am writing about is considered ‘˜upscale’ and maybe even ‘˜expensive’.  But here is the twist.  If you eat here once, you will never have to eat again.  That

Oh, my poor suffering laptop. In the five years I’ve owned it I’ve drown it in Oolong, infected it with viruses, used it, abused it and neglected it like a guy who followed me home from a bar. However, unlike that guy, I still need to use my laptop. When

“How much should I spend on massages each month?” – DW

Wow that is a super specific question AND you don’t sound like a broke ass! Ok, I’ll go easy on you. It is a fantastic question and one that is similar to questions that many people ask themselves. If you have read any of my articles you will know by now that I can’t directly answer most questions like this. Well, I could just say “$100,” but I would be way short of my article length expectation.

I swear to god, people, I’m not making these up.  Here’s the latest from my inbox: Dear Anna, As a single gal in NYC, I’m done dealing with the pretentious shallow cakeboys of Manhattan. I love hearing about your dips in the dating pool of Brooklyn  and think you can