Birthday
I had this post in my draft section. I guess I forgot to post it but August 1st was my birthday. I have turned 27-years-old. Even after all these years I still on a daily bases question life’s meaning. I personally feel that you make up your own meaning even if it is just sitting on the couch watching tv eating cheetos. That is not an ambitious purpose of life but its a life. That is not my life but I do my best to do what I enjoy while looking for work.
Few days ago I rolled my ankle while I was jogging. I am a heavy set man and I have been trying to lose weight. I am very lazy so doing this is pushing myself further then I have gone. I have lost several pants sizes and now have to wear a belt because I can not afford new cloths. I even had to fix one pair of pants cause if I threw them away I would of only been left with 2 pair of pants. Yes, I only have 3 pair’s of pants. My ankle did heal even though it is still stiff winces when I move it left or right. I will get back on the horse and jog later tonight.
Peace out and I need some new cloths that look decent 
I use to only wear jeans but I have been leaning more towards cargo pants. Mostly black because it matches the rest of my cloths. Yay for cargo’s.
