You're One Ice Cold Bitch-On-Wheels, Rosalita.

Dear Journal,

So weird things are happening to people today. That's the curse, I guess. It looks like it has to do with people's names, but I can't figure it all out.

Me, whenever I walk, it hurts a lot, because there're roses wherever I go. Roses with thorns.

This is all very unoriginal.

[ooc Rose = rose. Walker = walks. Walks on roses. Mmmyes ♥]

Dear Journal,

I wonder why anyone'd want anyone else's memories. It's not like memories are just something someone else can trade and gain, it's a real fluid thing that can hurt sometimes. Most of the time.

Most of my memories don't really make sense to me, anyway. Not the most important ones. So, I don't know why someone else'd want them more. I'd like to keep my memories, though, because I can't imagine knowing less than I do know.

Anyway, if I can't make sense of them, why could someone else? It'd just confuse 'em more, I think...

I guess I'd rather be confused than have holes in where I was yesterday or what I was thinking when my grandmother died.

I guess...

Anyway, I found a place to live. And God, I feel sick...

Dear Journal,

This is day three and it's just gotten worse and worse. Now it looks like one of those scenes in Night of the Living Dead or something, but everywhere.

I really don't like it here.

[ooc I figure zombies and the suchlike is enough to shake her out of denile for right now. Someone'll have to keep up this line of thought to make it perminent.]

Dear Journal,

It looks like I've fallen into some badly planned sci-fi thing. One second I'm at home. Next, I'm here. Wherever exactly here is.

Everyone communicates in these digital journals, which is kind of stupid, because then anyone can read them. That kind of takes the personal, secret part out of it.

Anyway, the people here are for the most part really weird. Like pointy ears and flying and talking cats.

No, I'm serious.

Talking cats.

Obviously I've overdosed on something, like this guy I heard about once, he took too much LSD and was stuck in a hallucination for the rest of his life or something.

Which is funny, because I really don't remember taking any drugs recently. You're not supposed to, when you're pregnant.