A little before going out on a saturday night

A little shit

Still waiting, though feel it coming…

Hangovery, with just four-hour sleep, I go to the toilet. I shit, yet I think I need more. I am scared of what’s left inside me.

Let’s wait

I don’t understand my body.

I am now taking a regular crap, regular good I mean. It’s soft, tidy, not that smelly. Regular. Satisfying.

Yet, I’ve done nothing different from yesterday, when instead I got constipated.

I don’t understand my body.

It’s liberating.

Shit means freedom.

Morning constipation.

Classic

There are moments when I just would like to have a shit. I don’t really need it now, none whatsoever. It’s just like I love my confort zone while shitting. Just me myself and I, and some reeky shit. Only mine.

It’s somehow romantic. Ain’t it?

The thing is I’ll never finish producing shit.

Here’s some other. I’d love to give you a free sample.

Texting a friend who’s living in Peru, it’s 12:22 AM there, he asks ‘what moment of your morning are you at?’ ‘The loo?’

Sure enough, I sent him a picture of my spread legs, right in the moment while I arse-crafted a cool piece of turd. It’s a piece of the original, but it’s still good. Warm and soft to the point!

Back home. I was looking forward to have a proper gooood shit, yet all I have is this useless piece of shit. I mean, this turd is a real piece of shit. It is so useless! So small, so dry! So unsatisfying!

Nothing yet. I won’t even try hard.

I mean, I am sitting and pushing, but Imma do it just for two mins

Okay, I was right, I was not done. still a lot of shit to pass through my hole. Indeed I am wondering how much left before I get wandering?

I have anxiety. I am taking a shit. I am going for a run. Everything put together is chaotic. But I am now wiping my arse, wearing my sport shoes and my anxiety will pass while gaining my pace.

The thing is I am not sure I fully emptied my belly 🙃

Let’s run for surprises!

Eventually some turds got out, but the reeky power of my farts are quite eerie

My arse hurt. I had no shit in two days. Very uncommon for me. Yet nothing is ready to spring out yet. I simply can’t get out of my house before I do my stuff here. I’d be too much burdened