12:27 a.m. and I can’t fall asleep because I misspelled a crucial word in what was going to potentially be a big time tweet for us. And it’s been too long where I could potentially take it down, and now the person I got the video from favorited the tweet and I’m just hopelessly crying in a ball because it’s like I’m Derek Jeter and I just grounded into a double play with the bases loaded. (why doesn’t twitter have an edit function like facebook? because they like losing money. they literally enjoy to watch investors and shareholders’ money go down the drain)
Glad that’s out of the way. Let’s talk Javale. Of course Javale has a sentimental side to him, I should’ve known that. There are so many more questions to ask. How did that flower get in that tree? Where’s Javale? Did he run away, because it seems like he ran away? We don’t need those answers right now. We just need Javale in the speakers to help me fall asleep, like he’s the 10 hour loop of rain on a window. So you know, it’s that time of year. Finals are here. If you’re not in high school or college or grad school and are in the real world, your life probably sucks anyways so you can use the advice and soothing voice of Javale. Be yourself. Be. That. Flower.