I must’ve called a thousand tiiiiiimes.
Author: The Broke Bitch
I'm broke, bitch.
I’m Fine, Thanks
Hey, bitches. I’m alive. And I’m perma-working from home, so get ready for some long-ass, rambling posts about nothing.
New Year, No Fucks
I should get, “Just because you have a sudden urge to weep, that doesn’t mean you’ve made a mistake” tattooed to my back.
Glass Half Decade
There’s a party happening somewhere in my building complex. I can hear it through my closed windows. They’re probably chugging alcohol through their buttholes, but what do I know? I’m watching Moana before it leaves Netflix—who am I to judge?
From Hell
“Are you okay?” my inner voice asked, as I shakily poured wine into an adult sippy cup to take my dog out for a walk. No, not really, but thanks for asking, Concerned Inner Voice of My Empty Being.
In Sickness and In Health
I’ve had several people from my Facebook fan club recently tell me some variation of, “You’re hilarious but I’m concerned about you.” A just concern, my dear friends, a just concern.
Crazy Broke Asian: A Movie Review
Well, as I shouted from my seat in the theater as Coldplay’s “Yellow” in Mandarin played over the final scenes and the credits began to roll, “I AM SO FAT AND UGLY AND BROKE.”
The Broke Bitch Bootlegs #SelfCare, Pt 1
I can’t help but notice my diatribes getting longer and longer… but that might be because I’m getting more desperate. Is the URL sendhelp.com available?
Intervention
I don’t know, my life is kind of turning into a carnival, and I’m kind of losing control over the situation.
