Advice
Full Disclosure: If You Don’t Buy Me a Drink, I Won’t Date You
If I hear a woman talk about chivalry being dead one more time, I’m going to take her to dinner and not pay for it. Then I’m going to make a pee-puddle and put her cardigan over it so I don’t get my heels wet. OKCupid has provided me with
Broke-Ass Brews: Put Your Iced Coffee in Beer Bottles
If you’re like me, the snooze button on your alarm clock is not optional, it’s necessary. Only a minor detail of my unhealthy sleep patterns includes my 49 minute snooze cycle each morning, which inevitably leaves me with unbrushed hair and half-brushed teeth as I stumble out the door just
Dispatches from the Road: Why Melbourne Australia is a Broke-Ass Paradise
Guest post by Royce Kurmelovs. If Adelaide is a little like LA without Hollywood and gang culture, Melbourne is a lot like San Francisco for its history, progressive politics and housing struggles. But that’s getting a little ahead. If you’re reading this, you’re probably broke and traveling to Melbourne. You’ll be either be
What If I’m an Intern Forever?
I made a mistake in college. I became an engineer. Wait, who the fuck am I kidding? I dropped out of engineering to major in English. Yes, I kissed goodbye a life of likely stable work, high pay, and endless coding to analyze 18th Century poetry and bullshit my way
Fun Activity Ideas According To My Spam Folder
Since I have the good fortune of constantly receiving emails from fun, sexy, and underage strangers bombarding me with “Great deals!” and “Discount Cruises,” and I almost never take them up on their altruistic offers, I thought I would share some of the great ideas sent my way! Although I
How to Avoid the Broke-Ass Look
Just because you’re a broke-ass doesn’t mean everyone has to know. ~If you’re like me, you really do not see the necessity in purchasing socks and view it as a mere inconvenience as well as a waste of money, so you would rather just steal them from your boyfriend’s or
VANILLA ICE vs MICK JAGGER: Who Would You Rather Be?
The other day I ran in to Broke Ass Stuart eating pizza at shop on Valencia. He invited me to sit down … and so I did. I ate pizza he had wings. We pondered the greater things in life, talked about heavy topics, questioned the meaning of many things … and then the conversation got HEAVY! “So Stefan, (I GOT WORRIED) would you rather be Vanilla Ice or Mick Jagger?”