mol,

about sept. 11th. right now, i quite honestly never think about it unless someone mentions it. that whole day, i just sat in front of the TV and stared and cried, cause i know people who could have been effected. and damn was i scared. my first words were "nuke 'em. nuke the son of a bitches who did this." and i didnt give a shit who had done it, i just wanted them to pay. dearly.

unfortunately, i didnt have time to be scared for long. the very next day my father was in a life threatening accident while he was at work. i spent the next several days at the hospital or at home taking care of things. i couldnt think about 9/11, cause it wasnt important any more. only my dad was.

so it kinda got pushed to the back of my mind. and its stayed there. i havent changed my lifestyle because of this at all. i will still fly, without worry. i tell everyone i know how much i love them all the time, but i did that before this happened. i did become slightly more news conscious, but i think thats because my new subscription to TIME started about a week after it happened.

*tap