Tobacco smoke is disgusting, smoking it is not worth your time. I am light-headed, and pleasantly so, but it just isn't worth that taste; I mean, pot tastes good, man - there's a difference. So after a bit of that in my pipe, I can only hope it goes back to tasting sweet like before. I've never owned any marijuana. I want some. I want to have my own little plant on my own balcony in my own apartment. Apart. Living with the grandmother is starting to get me down... She called me an asshole today because I asked what the difference was between a french dip and a prime rib dip. Actually it was after I said that I would prefer a french dip at the moment. She's insane. Though there is one thing she said today that I can agree with her on: something along the lines of, "I just know it's never going to be any different between us." We're both tired of the fucking fighting, but it's not gonna stop any time soon as long as she perceives me as a jerk and I perceive her as a heartless bitch. It's all just one big misunderstanding. Perhaps this is why I am so hellbent on everyone talking shit over and just fucking getting along? Goodnight all ~ Beth PS. I was going to make this a private entry, because you really gotta keep some things for yourself, but I still feel strongly about private entries and how much they suck.