Toph Speaks

I thought I might blog a bit about nothing at all. I don’t care if you don’t care. I am sex, and you’ll just have to deal with it.

I have managed to piss off a bunch of pre-teens, which is pretty funny. Apparently, there is another Toph running around getting pre-teens panties in a bunch. You can check that out here -Stupid Toph. It’s funny how these kids really believe in Nick Jr. Japanamation. When was that cool? They’ve started coming after me, which is the point to all of this. I do feel sorry for them, because chances of the having sex are pretty slim. It’s kind of sad, really. I’d like to point out my favorite “mean” comment, “Toph is way better then you fool. She will kick your kick your ass. Who will win in a fight between Toph “Blind Bandit” and you? Oh wait, I know the answer to that Toph will kick your ass,” by FreakAboutSims. This all made me feel really good about who I am as a person. I can’t help but to think, “I have sex with real women.” Every time I see one of those comments, I smile and remember that I have never had to pay for sex (handjobs don’t count). It’s a neat thing to be able to do. I also like the insight I received from Koutori, who says, ” Toph is some British slang for a rich person.” Nice job, idiot. I love me some me.

Enough about my war against pre-teens, let’s talk about my impending death. I’m not so much worried about getting my wisdom in tooth form taken out of me as I am about not smoking. La Diabla has invested a generous sum of money in The Patch to get me through it. Not smoking for a week sounds ridiculous. The last time I did that was the week before my 18th birthday. I’ve learned that quitters are losers who can’t finish. So, not only do they want to take away my wisdom teeth, but they also want to take away the thing that makes me cool. I’m not having that. I plan on smoking during the surgery just to show them who’s Toph.

Well, just as I admit that I’m a Yankees fan, they go on to win 9 straight. I’m officially back in Yankees fan hiding. I will not be associated with those bandwagon bastards who apparently said, “I told you so.” Is it possible that the 2 worst things you say to a guy is you throw like a girl and you’re a bandwagon fan. Man, those two phrases sting like the dickens. Like the dickens, I say. So, secretly I am once again hoping the Yankees do well. I love you, Jeets.

I think I’m pretty much done. Next time you hear from me I’ll be a little less wise, and probably not smoking yet. I’m just going to warn you that I’ll pretty much suck. You hear that? Heed the warning, people. I will be unwise, uncool, and boring. Maybe we’ll chance my name to Chris. Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Toph forever.

I love you. Late. Here are some random photos to get you through the weekend, and possibly Monday.