sheesh. that blows. i'd probably be madly scraping at my pipe.

i thought about lurking, but people seem less scary-angry here than usual (...i wonder why) so it wasn't too traumatizing to post
lemonhead Reviewed by lemonhead on . How I learned to stop worrying and love the bud Two years ago I was in my first "real" relationship, the kind where you move in together with the hope of living happily ever after, maybe adopt some pets and talk about marriage and all that wishful junk. I'd smoked a good bit in my day, was one of those stoner chicks in high school but made the mistake of moving on to harder things. By the time I fell in love and tried to build a life with this guy, I'd stopped traveling, kicked the drugs, and was sober on the whole (I don't think bud or Rating: 5