My mom just blackmailed me for marijuana. So we smoked some in the garage. I hope I have enough left for tomorrow. My mom's all paranoid and doesn't want me to tell anyone or even mention it in my diary. My grandma's paranoid too. She says, "THEY can track everything. THEY know exactly what you're doing on that computer. If anything suspicious happens, THEY'LL search your computer and THEY'LL know about it." Then she made a couple of vague references to "the man" and stormed out of the room, shaking her head at what a damned fucking idiot I must be. In any case, I just smoked a bowl with my mom in the garage. Life is Fucked Up. ~ Eli Z A Beth PS. Anyone else notice this sounds more like some angsty fucking teenage druggie than it sounds like me?