I'm sick. I'm sure you're all nodding right now and saying things like, "Durr, Carrie. Tell us something we DON'T know," but I'm talking SICK sick. Like the kind of sick where I sound like a transvestite vampire who works for one of those 800 numbers sick.
The good news is that I can run around going, "I vant to suck your BLOOOOD! And sparklesparklesparkle!" I've got the perfect voice for it.
But anyway, it's a good thing that the lovely Maggie, teen aspiring writer extraordinaire, has interviewed me. Because otherwise you'd have to listen to me babble on about transvestite vampires. Instead, why don't you go here and listen to me ramble about my imaginary name change?