and I may be wrong about everything
yes, of course I was glued to the fucking tv all day. nothing like waking up to a flat mate who says, before coffee, "I think you should see this." Pointing to the TV. Yeah fuck! Shit.
Jess' only response was to re-iterate the account, I think she's in some state of shock and I didn't realize it until I read Jennie's blog, she'd done the same thing. I’m so sad. New York is a raw nerve, hey America, they seem to be living with a fucking target over their heads. The rest of the country thinks this is an accident, and I'll believe that if they willingly release what was said on the flight recorder. No really, nobody dumps all their fuel into the ocean, watches their left engine just drop off the wing, then the wing fall off, and not say something about it. My conspiracy theories multiplied, but we'll be told what we want to hear in the end, (err um, lies.) Then I get all fucking flustered at dinner tonight, one of the people at the table made the fatal mistake of commenting, about the twin towers, "we had it coming," she said. So I went a bit ballistic, because I dunno what kind of hypocrite can say something that vague and insensitive after just eating a fucking Ethiopian meal in the lower Haight, with her fingers, cuz that's the way Eee-thee-o-pee-anns eat right?
Anger gets me nowhere, but it sure felt good so say fuck a whole lot. I really will try to say something nice tomorrow, maybe a story or something.