What the hell! It was a pretty calm morning, why??? Why???
Where does this diarrhoea comes from???
a new post every time I take a shit
What the hell! It was a pretty calm morning, why??? Why???
Where does this diarrhoea comes from???
I believe in this thing. I basically took one of the thing I am consistent at and I am trying to make it become a fulltime job.
Being a shitblogger, writing a post every time I find myself in good times for a poop, is not an easy job. I had to get used to it, I had to improve my writing and creative skills, but here I am, I have been doing this for three years now, and I am very happy and proud of myself.
I gotta admit even my bowels health improved, since I sit on the toilet for about thirty minutes every day, giving it the time it deserves. And I am plenty of time to develop something to write!
This morning I feel energetic, even if I slept poorly, and indeed is my arsehole. Everything went out, and I am now ready to begin my day!
How has technology changed your job?
Technology is key to my job. Without it, I’d be lost. I work at my laptop every day to improve my anonymous-shitblogger activity and I use my phone for every post I publish while taking a poo. Without technology, this poop blog would never exist.
A fact: I had diarrhoea this morning.
Another fact: I ate some sort of filled pastry with cheese and aubergine, and tomato sauce, and a lot of oil, and a lot of butter. It was delicious.
Are these two facts anyhow related? Probably
So why did I eat the leftovers for lunch?
Yeah, probably it hasn’t been the best idea ever… I am farting and farting and farting and farting. Now my room is likely to be a bomb. Hope nobody comes visiting today…
However, it was delicious, again!
Great! Loose! Luckily I was home…
Patient waiting brought some joy. Not that late after all
This morning I had to wake up a little earlier than usual, when my routine breaks, so do my shit habits
I must wait… hoping I won’t brick myself at one point in the morning…
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
An easy one. Taking poops in the worst conditions, and keeping tracks of those on this very blog 😌
Morning. Sitting on the usual throne.
Everything looks normal. Probably it is, but it feels so weird, I took four shits yesterday… how come I have stuff for this morning already?
I just can’t believe it. I was easily taking a pee, when I pushed a little harder, and a turd came out. UNBELIEVABLE.
I thought I had enough today…
Unluckily I had no signal today, but I was rock climbing, and I should have written three posts, I fucking had diarrhoea while . Not a news for me, sure, but is always, every single time, so frustrating, and discomfortable. And bad. And wrong.
The worst of the whole was the second one. i literally pushed so hard it squirted almost two meter long. I won’t go deep with details, but please, just prey for me. My life can’t go on like this
What is your favorite type of weather?
It is probably when it’s rainy outside, so I have no rush of getting out, and I can spend more time on toilet, for taking a shit!
But also when it is sunny, in spring or summer times, and I can shit outdoor easily, in very beautiful spots
Right on the spot. Today I woke up dynamic. Plenty of energy to go climbing. It’s no nice!
But first of all! BOMBS AWAAY!
I am sure I’ve got stuff inside me willing to stay inside, but I really need to let them out! C’mooooooooon!!
Ever since I started eating pizza, I knew it would have ended up like this.
When I poured myself that cup of beer, I confirmed my fears.
Even in the middle of the party, when I played beer pong with some sweet pineapple-gin cocktail I already knee my fate.
I woke up after a little four-hour sleep, and I just went to have a shit. My anus stretched, now my worst fears are being real!
What do you wish you could do more every day?
Frankly, more shit
Back home.
I crafted some at my girlfriend’s place, we had breakfast together, then I headed back home. Some good pause is a nice choice. Healty.
Better not to push harder than my body could handle.
I chose to go home by feet, taking the bus would have meant waiting still, farts destroying me from inside, as I couldn’t vent in such a crowded place – they gave death sentences for mass homicide for less the guilt – so I took a walk, and after half an hour I hame sitting on my personal throne. Gooooood.
Good. I feel much better now. The pain is gone. The stink just stays, though
Oh dear, I am simply too drowsy now to focus on this kind of looseness.
But I guess this is what I deserve, for being up late drinking on a Thursday night…
Anyways, at least I weigh less.
It’s a matter of where and when.
This morning is at my place. At ten o’clock.
Luckily today I am home-working, my disappointment was more than legit this morning! The produced amount was too low!!
Hence…. now I clogged the toilet .-.
Really, is thar all?
Gotta admit I thought I would have left much less than this behind me. Cool surprise!
The problem is I am in a rush. FAAAAAST
Yes, I am shitting
There’ve been working noises all the morning long from 8AM for the last two months, but this morning it seems likely they’ve finished.
Everything is so quiet. My eyes almost close, as I was falling back asleep…
But I am on the toilet! And even my morning session is so calm and relaxed. Stuff gets out easily, softly, peacefully….
There’s just one thing I would change: The smell.
Not so loose.
But great! I thought I would have felt worst this morning. NICE
I wake up, and the first thing I say is ‘I have to shit’
‘Good morning to you too’ says my girlfriend.
I am now shitting, but I have a bad feeling about this
Yeah, there actually was much more shit left… right as expected!
Finally SOME REAL SHEEET!
Probably that’s not yet all but at least it is something
Even if I ate a lot for dinner, this morning no shit happened. Right now I am trying, but nothing yet. Well, nothing worthy..
I’ve just realised 9 o’clock is my time limit to have a natural soft shit, if I somehow don’t manage to do it before that time, mg shit experience worsens
Right now I feel like I’m right above the limit, and what’s inside just prays to stay inside, even if I’m pushing hard outside.
Well… shit happens