Saturday, March 3, 2012

Notebook 002

Three teen girls at a table in a coffeeshop. Full of of laughs, likes, ums, oh my gods.

Two of them are trying to get the third to say something. She laughs and oh my gods and nos.

"Well, type it then!"

On her phone, I guess they mean. Send a text message that says whatever is unspeakable.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Notebook 001

Stuck in my apartment all weekend.

Always assumed our building was soundproofed—but now I hear a neighbour. She screams randomly throughout the day. It might be sex noises, but I don't think so.

It makes me wonder if my other neighbours have crummy sex lives.

Sometimes she sings. She has a good voice, but it's the kind of voice that knows it's good so it doesn't actually convey much other than the fact of its goodness.

Maybe the screams are her singing Diamanda Galas style.

Question: is singing loudly while alone kind of like masturbating?


So the challenge of coming up with exactly 100 words per entry kind of turned me off updating this blog. It also made me do weird things with sentences. Trim fat and trim fat and trim fat. End up with 92 words. Go back and add 8 words of fat.

That's why I've decided 100 will be the limit, not the exact quantity, from here on out. I have a lot of material accrued in my notebooks. Time to do this properly.