More and more people these days are freelancing, working for themselves, or just not going into the office. This also means that more and more people are working from home, which in turn means more and more people are becoming unhygienic shut-ins with diminishing social skills. At first the idea

I love a reason to drink. Antioxidants? Pour me another glass of Pinot. Whiskey prevents cancer? ‘Scuse me while I finish this Jameson smoothie. Your wife left you? What a bitch. Let’s make sangria (I make great sangria). Having a reason to drink is part of what makes America great

There was a time in my life when I left my birthday plans up to others. For my 24th birthday, my then-boyfriend made plans to take me out for dinner, but first, the sweetheart treated me to a manicure and pedicure at my favorite salon. He even volunteered to drop

The Fear of Missing Out, a condition so nice they gave it a catchy nickname: FOMO. So cute right? Isn’t that cute? The Fear of Missing Out (FOMO, remember) is a form of social anxiety in which an individual is afraid that they are left out of something memorable (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fomo): a party,

WARNING: There is no easy fix to the San Francisco Housing Crisis that does not inevitably piss someone off.  If you followed “Has San Francisco SOULed Out: Part One”, then you have read why its so important that we face the hard truth about who really is to blame for this mess. Surprise:

It has become grossly apparent that the once, vibrantly raw streets of San Francisco, full of oddballs and eccentrics, is slowly being replaced with a hollow shell of architecture and “economically confident”. But is it all due to the “techies? ” I wonder as they stare aimlessly at their Twitters and Twats,

  In “News-That-Hardly-Qualifies-As-News-News”, New York City is still expensive as shit. Expert broke assess show little to no signs of this improving. Due to the financial climate of the city (and your bank account) it is absolutely crucial that you continue to utilize all available services and resources the city

I try to purse my cracked lips open, sputtering through the mesh of teeth and wire. At first it’s just saliva, but then the colors begin to run red. Pressing against the back of my teeth with my tongue, I try to push the refuse through what gaps I can