i hate money!
i hate my room. i hate the colour of my walls. i miss my old red room in brampton.
i visited my grandparents today and talked about wrestling. my grandpa told me about when he went to wrestlemania so many years ago and almost bumped into a wrestler on his way back from getting beer and he was so excited telling me that i almost started to cry.
i hate my room. i hate the colour of my walls. i miss my old red room in brampton.
i visited my grandparents today and talked about wrestling. my grandpa told me about when he went to wrestlemania so many years ago and almost bumped into a wrestler on his way back from getting beer and he was so excited telling me that i almost started to cry.
grandparents are the shit.
remember that bathroom that connected your room to your moms? i loved that.
also, remember the girl who lived in the basement and when we tried on her shoes and the stories she told us about missions and boys pulling out her weave in grade 3?
i love your grandpa, but you know this already.
i am going to get a wrestler tattoo for him and it will say "grandpa" writen underneith in nice cursive writing.
wait, seriously now, you should get that. your grandpa would cry his eyes out!
i love you. see you tomorrow bbs. best buds, seriously.