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.
Last night was the worst night to stay up until midnight reading manhua. Here until 3 today. Fuck.
Yep. I am going to eventually lose my job here because I am gonna lose my shit on a customer.
Bitch came in and asked of we had Misty cigarettes. I told her no. She then proceeded to describe them to me. I again said yeah no we don’t have them. She questioned how I knew what she was talking about.
1. I am not a fucking idiot
2. I know what I carry here.
3. You are not the first person to ask.
Seriously, I know it’s early but fuck you. Don’t talk to me like I am a fucking moron or think I am being a bitch and lying to you about what cigarettes we carry. Go bald, you dumb cunt.
People keep mistaking me for someone who gives a fuck.
I feel like a terrible follower and friend lately. I can only read so many posts though. How are you all doing? I hope you are well.
Birds are assholes.
Crashed my mom’s 40th reunion with a daughter of her friend. So that’s thing.