Who are you and how did I end up here?
Well, you may remember me from my previous blog of the same name or from that one time I served you coffee and spelled your name wrong.
Sorry about ruining your Instagram pic, Tiffakneee. I hope we can start over.
For the vast majority of people who don't know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Allie. I'm a writer who is also a barista because after graduating from Journalism school, I quickly learned most publications wouldn't let me swear or write about dick pics as much as my heart wanted. #dontquityourdaydream
So what's a girl to do when she's FAR past the socially-acceptable age to be a barista, but has no bankable skills besides talking shit and ignoring past traumas with snacks.
Start blogging again. That's what!
The topics I cover on INRAB include but are not limited to the following: Reality TV. Regular TV. Any show on TLC that showcases people eating couch cushions or having like 17 wives. My crush on all of Shonda Rhimes' leading ladies. Being an old-ass barista. My 14-year relationship with a man who may or may not be planning to leave in the middle of the night. Pop Culture. Politics. Donald Trumps redeeming qualities--jk, fuck him forever. Unqualified sex and relationship advice. My super weird childhood. Dismantling the patriarchy. The list is pretty extensive and will undoubtably grow, but what can I say, I'm a wealth of useless and unsolicited opinions.
Thank you so much for reading!
I'm Not Really A Barista: The Prequel
Sometimes good things must come to an end. And sometimes they just come back a couple years later without a blogspot address.
See where this blogger began.
Let's BE FRiends!
(But real friends, not like the people you hate follow.)