I’m so broke that…
my roommate knocked over my glass container of pasta. Mulled over how to ask him to replace the pasta instead of the jar.
I’m so broke that…
I took my neighbors gas can to make it to work for the next 2 days.
I’m so broke that…
it’s like I’m on house arrest. Can’t step out without spending a dollar.
I’m so broke that…
I have no money for pots and pans and eating take out is adding up. Where does it end?
I’m so broke that…
I find myself fantasy shopping online. My carts are full and my pockets are empty.
Wednesday used to be Hump Day, now it’s Square Pizza day.
people are finally backing me up, in moral support.
I’m so broke that…
I switched for the smallest room in our apartment to save $30.
I’m 1 out of 5 people in NYC.
I’m so broke that…
I found out that the Green Market in Union Square accepts EBT Food Stamps. SCORE!
