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.
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Saturday, March 3, 2012
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?
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?
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