Just a regular Tuesday night… It may have been a hard 10 years since Mean Girls was released in theaters, where Regina George experienced a cataclysmic fall from the social hierarchy. But it seems now, more than ever, the rules still apply; different scenarios. More money. Same rules. When I

At the moment, I have enough money to get by. That means I can survive on the bare minimum. Over the last 27 years of my life, money has come and gone, mimicking life’s peaks and valleys. And just like life, I won’t complain about its ups and downs because

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 This is what I look like when I’m moving. Or, drunk. Or both. I haven’t written anything in a while because I have been moving. And maybe drunk? Perhaps a giggly combination of the two. But I’ve been happy, too, which always makes spilling my guts onto the internet a

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

The New Year brings an opportunity to start fresh, say goodbye to bad habits and become an overall better person. I thought of a few things I’d like to give up in 2013, but only time will tell how long it will take for me to break these resolutions. Instead

  I’ve been thinking lately about what it means to have a lot of money. I am not a money-driven person so I am unsure of why people strive so hard to obtain it. I, instead, am a work-driven person. I thrive on achieving and growing as a person way

I was walking down the street the other night pondering the relationship between creativity and money.  I was walking past an art gallery and looking at the art displayed in the windows, and “poof!” there it was, a large green painting with big white dollar sign in the middle.  Huh,

I take a certain degree of pleasure in whipping out my ATM card. Shiny and gray as a sleek piece of steel, it reads “San Francisco Fire Credit Union” across the front, a fact that occasionally gets me a double take. I look nothing like a fireman. I look nothing