My name is Carie. I am 28-years-old and living an eternal awkward phase in that ignored part of New York... the state part.
I'm a writer working at a convenience store while raising two parents on my own with no help from my deadbeat siblings. I am also an amateur Baby Wrangler for my niece Giulia aka Baby!
You may say I'm weird but I say I'm awesome and since I'm me and you're not, I'm right. Just saying. So take a look around my blog, if you like it, stick around. If not, peace out. I'm not here to fucking impress you.
Ellen: I have three cups of coffee in me I am goos until 1.
Mr. Guy: I am gonna make Carie Anne uncomfortable. Wanna go upstairs and play honeymoon.
Ellen: No, we're gonna watch this.
Me: [hysterical laughter] You want some ice for that burn.
Taught my mom a very important and dangerous lesson on marathoning: one more.
At least kdramallama still talks to me. She’s rad as fuck. If you aren’t following her, you should. Just saying.
The problem with drinking a gallon of water at work all day is you have to pee every 5 goddamn minutes.
Bored as balls at work. Fill my ask box?
Could totally curl up behind the counter and nap for years right now.
Dear exhaustion headache,
Sorry, I am terrible with time management and getting to sleep on time but I don’t have time to deal with you right now. So come back later.
So I might actually have a birthday party this year. For those of you unfamiliar with my real life, I am super unpopular and such and my parties usually involve me and my best friend. I am only really cool on paper; in practical application I am a huge asshole loser, ask around.
Anyway, people said they would show up if I actually threw a party; whether or not they actually will remains unseen. It will, most likely be me, a bottle of vodka, some form of card game and whoever else wants in. We’ll see what happens. If you want an invite, wait until Dec to buy a plane ticket but you can come if you want.
Deli guy wants me to open at 5:30AM. IN THE MORNING. Are you fucking kidding? We lose school district and highway. Ugh. My boss is solidly against it. Thankfully. I dunno if I could get up that early. I can barely function at 6:30.