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.

 

My sister and brother-in-law are gone, I can hang out pantless on my side of the upstairs again.

Dear Followers,
Even if we don’t talk or never acknowledge each other, I still like you and you matter to me.

Love always,
Carie

I am still very weirded out that people like me in real life. Like on paper I am awesome but in practical application I am awful and it’s strange that people like hang out with and like me. I dunno. It’s weird that people seem to like me as much as I like them. I am not good at people interactions so it’s strange to me.

My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.

My 92 year old grandma (via expeditum)

(Source: lule-bell)

Being the awkward girl alone at a table at a reception.

Is it tacky to live-blog a wedding?

Painting my nails with my sister. She is kinda cool when she’s alone sometimes. So that.

Sister and brother-in-law are here… Commence heavy drinking!

My dad is being dramatic because he had to clean the litter boxes by himself. And acting like his knee hurts trying to get sympathy. My mom who has been cleaning literally all day whom I have forced on several occasions to take a break since she, due to cleaning, threw her back out and is still going. My parents ladies and gentlemen.

I hate, hate, hate going in my attic. Like yeah poor lighting and rusty nails sticking out of the ceiling is a good idea.  But let’s not forget the gaping hole that if you trip around, you fall and die. 

I look like I am crying but actually, dust storm of doom up there.

I hate, hate, hate going in my attic. Like yeah poor lighting and rusty nails sticking out of the ceiling is a good idea. But let’s not forget the gaping hole that if you trip around, you fall and die.

I look like I am crying but actually, dust storm of doom up there.