I’ve always harbored a serious addiction to magazines. There’s just something about those glossy pages, slick photography and snappy writing that has me stockpiling just to las  a long Sunday afternoon.  I get ReadyMade when I want to pretend I’m crafty, Interview for great features, and any fashion magazine when

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: Being broke can be a real drag, especially when it comes to decorating your apartment. I’ve resorted to tearing out spreads