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Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.
A Broke-Ass Guide to Cost-Efficiently Giving Yourself Lung Cancer
Thanks to our cigarette-smoking president, cigarette smoking has gotten a lot pricier in the last few years. Although I suspect the prez is being kinda paternal (“don’t do what I did, America”) in projecting his nicotine-guilt upon us, it is helping people quit. But SOME of us (me) just don’t want to.
Broke Ass Decorating: Kitchen Organization
After stuffing far too many whisks and strainers and spoons in recycled takeout containers, I realized that a new organization method in my 2×2 kitchen might be appropriate. A lack of counter spaces and complete absence of any form of drawer left few options with how to deal with my
What You Should Really Expect From A Broke Musician
I’m a 20-something artist living in New York City, and, quite frankly, I’m tired of trying to make people believe that I have my shit together. It’s way too much work. I constantly find myself having to choose between taking a shower, brushing my teeth, shaving, dressing appropriately for whatever
DIY: How to Make Your Own Fly Trap
Like so many of us in our cramped, window-free NYC apartments, I’ve been plagued with the summer invasion of fruit flies who absolutely refuse to leave but seem to really enjoy multiplying. Awesome. While the little guys are generally harmless, they’re not the most aesthetically pleasing while hovering over a fruit bowl
Broke-Ass Learning: Random Things I Learned From Songs
In middle school, the biggest problem in my suburban world was whether to get a Jansport or Eastpak back pack. If I recall correctly, my mom got me a LL Bean backpack that she said I could “reuse until high school.” I died. My second biggest problem was convincing
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There are two kinds of drunk people in the world: the kind who have three drinks and are willing to walk across the whole damn city, and the kind who have three drinks and can’t be fucked to walk anywhere…