My daily routine has become more ore less such: I wake up at my girlfriend’s, we have breakfast, then she leave for work, I leave too, taking the bus and going to my place, where I work from.
I used to go to the toilet right after my breakfast, but I cannot do that anymore, and my bowels now is cross with me.
Every day I hold farts during my morning commute from her’s to mine, trying not to brick myself, then I arrive home and I take a shit.
This morning there’ve been a little variation, I forgot my keys. SHIT.
Luckily my flatmate was in, and let me in the house, otherwise I don’t know where I could have shat.
Uh… home sweet home!
Greetings from the toilet!
the Shy Tird 