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

My body is a cage for farts, but it has no shit inside.

And that is very weird. Yesterday I had a big sushi dinner, and I slept badly for my farts. Yet I have no shit produced 🙁

I guess I had too much crap yesterday, so today nothing left :/

Glorious full-time day for my arse!

I am taking another huge here! I think I have diarrhoea.

Here’s what happened, I was washing the dishes, gloves on, foam on the sponge. I believe I was there just for a minute or two, when I felt my arse prickling. Five minutes later I was dancing the poop dance, rushing hard in order to finish the cleaning fast. I made a squirty fart, then I could wait no more. I finished the pot, then I literally ran to the toilet, my arse cramping in and out, and I made it.

It is a funny shit. But my toilet is not laughing much. .-.

But I feel relieved

Back home.

Another shit

Boss out.

Quick shit.

It is that time of the day. Me on my favourite piece of furniture.

Btw I spent the night away waiting for the air inside me to puff out. It hasn’t yet. A little shit came out tho

If I had a superpower I’d pretty much like to be able to shit every fucking morning, so I wouldn’t be needing to hold my farts and crap for the whole day long.

It stresses me off. Makes me feel worst. Makes me feel burdened, makes me feel underperforming

Now that I’ve finally done my shit, I’m myself again

Has anybody seen my shit? I do not.

Sad me. Angry me. It will pop up later at the office for sure!!