Not to get all promote-y or anything, but in Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York City (read it!), he compares NYC to a girl who you constantly chase, but is ultimately out of your league. I totally get this statement, but for me, New York City is

For me, this recipe is kind of like the bottle of Trader Joe’s wine you always keep stashed under your bed in case of hosting/party guest/shitty day emergencies. (If you don’t do that, start doing that!). It was basically born from a day when I needed a dip and had

I was recently dragged to a ritzy bar by a couple of my friends.  I obliged, but only because it was someone’s birthday, and you CAN’T say no on birthdays.  Anyway, even with pre-partying, I ended up spending waaaay too much on liquor because apparently SOME bars don’t sell vodka

My best friend in the world is coming up to San Francisco on Thursday.  I always get anxious when my friends from other cities come and visit; what if they leave and tell everyone how much cooler their town is than San Francisco?  Well, thanks to Trader Joe’s (specifically Two-Buck

When I ran a red light a couple months ago and my 2000 Mazda 626 was totaled in a freak T-bone accident (that wasn’t freak at all, obviously, because I was the idiot that ran a red light), I thought my life was over.  How would I, a Southern California