June 29 Dear Diary,
Just thought I'd continue with my misery. It's so lonely with just the four of us. Frank hasn't 'had' anybody new since Rocky.
There's Frank, the life-draining sex god, who wants nothing more than to please himself. Since Rocky ran away, he's been having severe mood swings. Some for better, most for worse. But that's nothing new.
Then there's Magenta, a little crazy, but fun. The moodiest person I have ever seen. When you catch her at a bad time, you better run, 'cause man, she's gonna run you down, hang you by your feet, and slit your throat to drain your blood. At these times, which is most of the time, only Riff Raff can settle her nerves, in the way only he does.
Last-Riff Raff, the not too friendly handyman. In all my time being here, several years, I could count the words he's said to me with my fingers, and last time I checked, I only had ten of those. And yet, somehow, he's irresistibly charming and attractive.
WAIT! What did I just say!?! Oh no! It can't be! How? No, it just can't! Get it out of your mind Columbia!! Just great. Now, I'm talking to myself through my diary!
I knew it! I'm losing my mind! It can't be! -can it?