​The Yada

I guess I should be in some serious vent this time...since I said that's it...this is the end.  Fuck it. You don't I'm done...I'm gonna go out and just do this like my name was famous and I don't have to write shit unless I feel like it...but then I think....don't I do that shit anyways?  Do I do this for myself? 

Yeah you never know.  You know what else you never know...what your so is doing.  I mean really.  Sometimes mine is like I had business to handle...and then I went *insert the stuff done* Then im like is this like the yadayada? Yes from Seinfeld.  Is that what it is?  Cause I know they didnt do any dirt to me....but then I call one day...long day at work...and get told just to text. Im like...erm.  Yada? Yada? 

Then you know I think well. Im mad now for no reason...well no. Im annoyed which for me starts monday ends....never.  But still.  If I did that?  My phone would be on fucking fire....the radiaition would probably mutate me....of course not into anything super...probably give me a fucking tumor that makes me shit my self or something.  All from the yada.  I mean I have used the yada...Im like oh I didnt do anything...and I just go about my business...that word again....and just act kinda nonchalant.

I dont do shit now...but in some far begone time...someone...the Shadow probably knows what evil lurked in my heart...and probably under the covers...on the covers...in the kitchen...on the toilet....in a video store...on pizza bags....erm...wait. What?  Yeah.  So dont just yada shit.  Cause I know your innocent...i mean if you read this you dont need anyone else to blame you for mistakes in life.

With that I hope my woman doesent read it and divorce me.  I only have so many fish left before the sea is dry or jaws finally comes up to swallow me.  No biting though, I aint into that shit anymore....