For real real, not for fake fake.

Ok, so I lied. Big fat fucking deal. Took the summer off. Did a whole lot of nothing and didn't even touch this blog. Sue me.

I'm thinking that it's time to get it all going again. And with the start of school, I feel like the juices will most DEFINITELY be flowing again. And with that, I offer you this confession. Do with it what you will.

I got a problem. A big problem. I have this really bad habit of swallowing my gum. There I said it. I feel a bit better now. I think I need professional help. I chewed three pieces today. Pretty gross, huh? Things could be worse, right? (Just agree dammit.)

Your favorite goofy gummed-up gal,
M.M. Misfit

You know typing out goofy made me think of something. Any of y'all ever read Highlights Magazine when you were younger? Highlights was my shit. I used to look forward to going to the pediatrician just so I could catch up on the latest Highlights. Shout out to Goofus and Gallant. Goofus had it going on. Gallant was a punk bitch. And I'm out.

And no, I'm not chewing my fourth piece of gum today. Don't look at me like that. I'm NOT.