If Tully really is as poor as she says then she needs to do at least 1 of these 3 things:
1. Get a freaking job! I don't care that the only type of work you might be able to get at the moment might be seen as "beneath you" due to the image you try to maintain, just do whatever you bloody can to get some cash and keep yourself occupied for part of the day. Something better will come about, but in the mean time don't just sit around whining.
2. Move out of Newtown. You're paying for the hipster postcode. Move to any of the surrounding suburbs in the inner west and you'll still be plenty close enough to see your friends and go to all of your regular hangouts but you'll half your rent each week. Easy. I did it, best decision ever.
3. Stop partying every.single.night or, if you can't do that, at least cut down on the alcohol. 1) you'll save a bundle, and 2) you won't have a hangover pretty much every morning.
Goddamn it Tully! Your antics post-BB usually don't bother me but there's only so many times you can read "I'm so poor" and not just snap and yell "I WONDER WHY???"