those damn kids

my ingrown toe was in fact, not cut off today. yes, i know you didnt need to know that,. but I said it anyways. those last two posts were not meant to be that short, but they ended uyp that way anyways. guess youll have to deal with it you dirty scoundrel. dopnt you know that its a fool who plays it cool? i mean, honestly people. there are no gaps in this post today children, you will have to comb thorugh these smashed up sentences to find what i am really saying. "trick or treat" my sister just said that, with a terribly sexual motion. bad news. Mama Maafi is by far the worst excuse for a teacher i ever met. She is one of the few people i cant excercise patience with, once she says something stupid, i cant help but yell @ her, or complain about her to someone else. singing hari kirshna, boy you should have seen the kick in edgar allen poe. I'm convinced that the Beatles are A) the direct, handmade creations of god, and he asks John Lennon and George Harrison to play for him nightly (he cant wait for Paulie and Ringo) B) the reason why the world isnt like a huge Guantamano Bay from hell where people kill babies and tie them to dogs tails and let them run around the big feces covered pit that the entire world calla home. (for a more disgusting version, IM me) and C) the three principles of the entire universe are simple, Love, Peace and Beatles. The end. If i go on like this for much longer, this could break the longest post record, word for word, not length. but i know it probably wont. my last two posts were supposed to be long, and they both ended up getting posted without much writing at all. "you know you can delete those, right Tommy?" yea. but I cant delete things from my life, why owuld i do it from my blog? "thats stupid." yes it is. i tired to argue with Syl about life today. Didnt really have that strong of an arguement, but it didnt last long anyways. i totally lost my thought pattern, my quest for writing the longest post,. and i lost my iPod. but i know its in my house. fighting fraud keeps your insurance afforable. Tirzah is the greatest personi I have ever met in my life, almost as sprit raising as my beloved Beatles. Her beautiful smile and sexy body keep me living, hin hope that i will see her one last time before i go to bed. her jokes leave me on the floor, clutching my stomach, she cooks a wonderful fettuchini alfredo, and makes wonderful love. She is a romantic, and wonderful woman. I have a picture of her tatooed on the inside of my eyelids. No honestly though, Tirzah is a pretty cool person. I still have some nail polish on my fingers actually. this post has grown a bit since io started. i have so much homework to do. im very very worried about ym grades this year guys. this is supposed to be the hardest year of my high school career, and its one in which i really feel like exploring the world and my self, whcih is hard to do with tons of homework. Tizah expienced the same momentray infatuation as I did @ Pierre's wedding! (He didnt get married guys, no worries. ladies, you know you want him) I think I'm happy about this happening. there is something very intriguing about that girl that i cant seem to figure out, and since she's will probably read this, im done speaking of it. hush my baby baby dont you cry.. mama's going to put her fears into you. this is terrible, i have so much work to be doing, and im typing nonsese and Pink Floyd/ beatles lyrics in my blog. i can feel the post comign to an end. when my sister leaves to ake a shower I'll go. maybe she wont, she did stay home today. "i dont know yet" damnit. dont forget the invisible rin gof passion, readers, dont ever foget it. i got a girl's number! i got a girls number! my first one too! yea, im joking, not about the first thing, because i dont hit on girls. Todd! Im pregnant! "im tammamaphaus im a actor part time and in my spare time i listen to the ocean and the sweet sounds of the beatles, hug trees, and inpregnate shims, i also enjoy the web"- Jennifer Sever said those wise words. kinda sums up me entity right?c0m4tablynum13: loser head and in the end, the love you take, is equal to the love you make. her majesty's a pretty nice girl. creme tangerine. ride without traveling. beautiful boy. something in the way she moves, attracts me like not other and of course henry the horse dances the waltz when I'm 64. sail the ship, jump the tree, skip the rope.

the first space in the post! nagga!life is very short, and there's not time, for fussing and fighting my friends