Shit wasn’t sure to shoot this morning.

In the end, bang!

Well… diarrhoea finally came.

I feel exhausted

For some reason, I wasn’t able to keep sleeping tonight. I feel something’s off. Something’s off in my bowels.

I believe there’s something difficult to be expelled, something burdening my functions….

Could it be because I had a home-made hanburger for lunch that stunk the whole kitchen and my beloved asian rice for dinner, which is plenty of oil?

Could be….

Or perhaps I’m just stressed….

Btw, I’m sitting on the toilet right now, a little turd got out, but it doesn’t justify the whole insomnia.

Mmmh. There’s something off

Days pass by and my arsehole keeps taking poop.

That’s very good

First thing on the toilet. A GIANT FART

Then I took a normal shit

I am finally home after a one-week festival.

Now my arsehole is exploding pieces of shit, but he’s happy. Home and dry.

Well… dry… this poop I crafted is more liquid than dry…

Spicy diarrhoea

So, final day of this festival?

Bad old habits: alchool, 5AM Comeback, early alarm.

Well.

What else.

DIARRHOEAAA

Here I am, on the go again. Taking a shit in a public restroom.

Loose shit and no toilet paper.

NICE

After two days not taking a shit, this morning some came.

Certainly, not enough. I am working at a festival since Monday, my rhythm is utterly fucked. I’ve been eating just junk food, drinking beers…

EVEN THOUGH, I mad just this useless turd. Only this little guy in three days.

Fuck.

It’s the second day I can’t take e shit in a row! 🥺

Can’t take a shit today 🙁

I knew it! Diarrhoea yeaterday means no shit today!

An almost immediate reaction.

When ‘almost‘ saves your life.

Finished a job today at 2PM.

Needed a rapid lunch, because it takes a hour to get back home from there, and I was starving.

I opted for McDonalds. I hate it, I hate everything about it, but you know, sometimes junk food is exactly what you really need – and fuck it! It is tasty!

Btw, I ordered and the drive-thru, then started my route.

First I had a bit of Coke, then finished the fries while looking for a lay-by. Once I found one, I devoured my double-chicken burger.

Nice and tidy, even wiped my hands with I wet wipe, a must-have in my car-kit.

Got back on the road when I felt it. Deep inside me, but not so deep.

Shit.

It was shit.

Fast-forward. Back home. I’m on the toilet. Diarrhoea.

That’s my almost immediate reaction. I have to thank my body, and my mind for taking that 1-hour lag. It saved my life!

Btw every single time I have pasta for dinner I’m constipated the day after.

This morning I feel pardoned.

Thank you bowels