Oh, the torture I've gone -went- through for this post.

It' now 1:50 Am on lovely Long Island on August the 20 something or other. Of course as soon as I tell myself that 100th will be special NO RADOMNESS. None. AT ALL. I have some of the most inner monologueingly intense days of my life: from Costco, to my father, to Abby Jesus my head might explode soon if I don't get this post done so here it is. The Red Book.

-he, he just look down-

Please no flash photography. Save this on your computer with a date cause if -ever- 20 years I'm famous this will be the corner stone of my series -of book(s)- this red book holds information crucial to the storyline. SO crucial I can't share it with you. But, I will spill some of it's contents.. wait, HEY!! that's a contradiction.

Oh, sigh WHY wouldn't that set itself up days ago. AUGUST 20th. I loathe this blog's attempts to get back at me for.. for.. I don't know. Maybe it's bad karma..

KCTW