I'm old, I have the personality of a cardboard box, and I drink too much. My goals in life are to have enough money to lie off of lunchables and TV dinners for the rest of my Life and to be te senile old man on a front porch yelling at small children to get off of my lawn.
The actual truth of te matter, if you're still reading this, is: I'm not in the shape I used to be, but I'm not morbidly obese. I like rhe gym but I won't live in it, there's things is rather be doing. I miss sitting on my porch drinking a bee during a thunderstorm... Because I don't have a porch here an Hawaii apparently doesn't have real thunderstorms. The one true fact that still stands is that when I get old, I want a front porch to be senile on so I can yell at small children. I don't care who are, it's fun. I cook.