Let me assure you that I am still as trashy and disheveled as ever. I have tooth paste stains all over my shirt, pants and shoes, there’s a little bit of rice in an eyebrow and I recently forgot how to divide. The writer and genius gloss will naturally reappear, and I’m thinking of adding to it, too. “Never been the same since the bee sting,” “He skipped grade three,” and “He’s a kicker,” are all being considered.

And what happened to the writer and genius moniker? Don’t insult me with some dumbed-down version for the sweaty masses. I want the real thing, dammit!