The last time I started a blog it was because I wanted to be cool. You know, because I was 16 and the guy(s) I was crushing on hard wouldn't pay attention to me, so I was like, you know what? Imma start a blog and then they'll get to know me and follow me rabidly and realize I am so much cooler than that other girl with the awesome bedazzled jeans and stuff.
Also I figured I had oodles of wisdom to share and a blog seemed like the best place to just let all my deep life experiences hang out.
The blog was called "DictioCarrie" but since the domain name expired long ago, I can't figure out how to access the content and link to it so you can share in my teenage angst. Oh shucks.
So I'm starting a new blog, and you know, 16-year-old me would use this first post as the manifesto for all the posts to follow and just bombard you with all the magical melodies and thought patterns that occur in my head with just a pinch of calculated yet heartwarming sass and drollness.
The only concession I will make to my inner teen is to point out that the title of this blog has a double meaning because this is me, just going about my life like that song that has the chorus "Carry oo-oo-o-oo-on, carry on, carry on, carry on" but then it's also just me carrying on like when Emperor Cuzco says "What is this guy babbling about? He's like the thing that wouldn't shut up."
My name is Carrie, I got married to David a few weeks ago and am having an identity crisis with this name-change thing, my cat Sandy makes me inexplicably happy, and I like to cook and express myself with either run-on sentences or grammatically-correct paragraph-long sentences. Vacuuming also has a special place in my heart because cleanliness and a double u are a killer combination.
Nice to meet you.
