You're on to something Agnes...

"It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh"

- Agnes Repplier

When it's because they're awkward with mustaches....

Or when we make silly faces...

Or when we just can't seem to get a decent photo...

Intentionally or not....

When we wrestle and pretend we don't want to....

Or when we do things that are just absolutely wrong...

When I want to punch them....

When I miss them...

When I am so beyond disgusted with them....

And when I'm decaying---

and screaming with them....

I'm so glad they make me laugh. I love my friends and family. 

So don't forget to giggle.

Cupcakes Ruin My Moping Moments.

Well this is a pleasant surprise. For some random reason my blog has been exposed to an awful lot of countries around the world. It's super nifty! I've had occasional visits from other nations in the past, but it seems like a bunch of cool people around the world have somehow managed to get here, almost as if on purpose. I'm excited about that! I hope the views continue. Not that I have anything important to say, but it's still fun to feel important. High five to all you awesome people!

In other news, surgery went well, I recovered just fine and today I got my stitches taken out!! I can type normal again! No more one handed silliness. Now I have a "7" shaped scar forming and a few holes on the sides of my middle left finger, but it's semi-usable. The biggest plus? I don't have a gross lump on the side of my finger! I can move it without feeling like it's going to pop.

Now on to another highlight of the day.

I was feeling a little down because of how some events of the day unraveled. Long story short, I was upset because I feel like I've been letting down someone who I used to consider a role model and they seem to be unhappy with me. So I moped around having no motivation to do anything. Out of my window I can hear some little kids talking to each other. I assumed it was for the neighbors, but hoped they were people I knew who randomly showed up at my house to give me food. Next thing I know, there's a knock on the door. I go upstairs to find three little kids from my neighborhood holding a plate with four big homemade cupcakes. Just for me. I had helped them a while back with something which I don't recall now, but it wasn't anything big. But they thought of me and gave me something to smile about. I love little kids.

Hope you find something to smile about too. Happy Valentines Day :)

Love,
Tom

I love this man.

Thank you for giving me some things to smile about :)

I have a thing for big bulgy eyes

Yes. I just posted. But with that kinkajou on my mind I had to post more adorable animals. Here are some of my favorites.

Fox Bats & Fruit Bats

Creepy? Maybe. But look at the eyes!! :D

Pugs & Boston Terriers

Awww, they look so ignorant and cute! The pug is sticking out his tongue!!

Teacup Pigs & Ryan Gosling 

Don't even tell me you can say no to those faces. See here for proof of teacup pigs. And Ryan Gosling... no woman, nay, no man could deny that smolder.

Foxes & Frogs

O hai, just dooin mai fing. Kan I halp yoo? 

Geckos & the Ugly Baby Shark

Even ugly baby shark is cute. Look at his gross bulging eyes! It's like he's just shouting "LOVE ME..." and the gecko is just awesome. And he knows it. 

Cownose Ray & The Blowfish

Water animals are so weird. And just funny. Cownose rays look like they smile from underneath and feel like velvet covered in slime! Aww!! Slime! :D :D

Sea Turtles &Tootless

Well since the sea turtle is one of the few rare animals I have seen in it's habitat, it now holds a place in my heart. And toothless is awkward :)

Anger Management Turtles

No more caption needed.

I Love the Idea of Open Flesh and Synovial Fluid.

Grody grody grody grody grody....

Oh sorry, I'm back from looking at google images of ganglion cysts. I don't recommend it.

And on that happy note, I get surgery tomorrow!! Is it a big deal? Probably not. Sounds like a simple procedure in which they will open my flesh on purpose and remove something my body has naturally produced. 

But grody grody grody....

I don't like open wounds! I don't know how functional my hand will be. Sure, it's not my dominant hand, but still!  I haven't every had my body opened on purpose!! I don't like the sound of it... Sad face :(

Well enough with the complaining. Let's find something positive! 

Like guitar! I like that thing. It's good to me. And honey filled plastic bears. They are good too. 

And this adorable animal I studied in third grade!

THE KINKAJOU!!

The image came up when I searched for the honey bear picture... and I put this picture up instead of said honey bear. It's cuter and a little more unique. Say it with me... "Awww...." :)


Click it. I dare you to deny the cuteness up close as he stares into your soul. 

Songs Without Words

There is something powerful in a song without words. Today I rediscovered that treasure that I set aside for too long.













You can tell that I like the mournful songs and the deeply involved.... if at least one of these didn't capture you...

Why I Hate Henry David Thoreau

Some might ask why anyone would ever hate such a prestigious man. His writings are brilliant, they are bold and uncaring of what society thinks. And of course, he preaches nonconformism. He wants you to follow your conscience. How could I possibly hate this man?
Because I think he's nuts. So here is my letter to you, Mr. Thoreau.

Dear Mr. Thoreau,

Yeah, sure. Go live in the woods for a few years. Then tell me how awesome it was and how enlightened you now are because of it in your writing. It's cool. I wish I could ditch all responsibility too, but I would rather accomplish something that benefits other people than achieve some weird personal equilibrium. (Let's be real here, I won't ever be at an equilibrium.# Thanks though. You get an A for effort. But it's pretty selfish, so I'm gonna have to also give you an F for being a pansie and running away from your problems instead of facing them head on, like most people do. Not to be insensitive to your tough life, but come on. No offense. I'm just acknowledging the truth as I see it and going off of my conscience here. Like you say I should.

Oh, and you know that whole spiel on finding truth and accepting eternal realities and all that? That'd be great. Except you kinda refused to accept the reality that society isn't a demon set on ruining your life as an individual. Yes, society is stupid sometimes and they make retarded rules too, but they are good for some things. Like making murder illegal. That's a good one. And taxes #you know, the ones you never paid?), while they can be ridiculous, are often put to good use! Like making roads and schools and things like that. Society can be awesome!

I know you have the best intentions when you are telling us about nonconformism and that following society is bad, which is why I regret to inform you that preaching to me about nonconformism is really telling us to conform.... Just throwing that out there. Saying that you should be able to follow your conscience? Good! Even saying that you should stand up for your beliefs? Also good! Telling me that the rails ride upon me and that my life is too busy when you don't even know me or what I wish to accomplish? Twinges one of my nerves. And making me feel like you hate America because it has a form of government at all? Also upsets me. I'm a little patriotic okay? Sue me.

And to conclude, one of the biggest reasons I hold a high distaste for you? You sound like a way more sophisticated younger version of me. A version that still comes out every once in a while. One that I'm not as fond of as the me I am now. When expressing things, I think I might get a little preachy... So I like to think I understand you a little bit. Am I saying I am as great as you have been claimed to be? Not by a long shot. But I get you.You are passionate about how you feel. And for that, I give you the most respect. Just don't make me feel obligated to follow you. I respect you. But I hate you a little bit. Or a lot, but that's mostly because I am forced to read you because you're writings are... famous. And "good".

Sincerely,
Tom