Just shat.

Now, my post on one hand, my arsehole on the other, cleansing

Taking shit means patience. My intestines needs at least thirty minutes to be emptied. Sometimes it can even take hours. In the morning everything is more difficult, since my whole body is still metaphorically laid in bed.

Nevertheless, I start my day turd by turd. Now, this is a metaphor for life!

Last month of the year. Me, I feel like have nothing achieved. I only piled loads of shit.

Loads of ideas, such as selling my shit in jars as unique pieces, creating a cryptocurrency for my SHYT, NFTs, creating a kamaSutra for shitting positions, new stickers for advertising my Blog. Nothing Done.

Perhaps I hope next year I will be able at least to start the one I care about the most, The Shyt Show, the awesome podcast where I read my posts out loud, and tell more around those.

Still nothing. Only a few shameful turds. That’s what my life’s about right now.

I fucking spent the whole day holding a stupid loose shit inside me.

Finally am home. Perhaps I would have preferred to hold it forever. It stinks too much!

At least I feel healthier now

A new experience for me. Eating at the toilet.
I am sorry, that’s kinda disgusting, but I needed a shit whilst hungry. What else could I do?

Avocado and chips will do fine!🥑

BTW, Deep, veeery deep inside, I hear a voice saying, ‘What’s wrong with you!?’

Uh, btw, after a way-too-early alarm, a non-stop-rainy-day, a stupid non-heated-workplace in a freaking freezing day, I dragged my lunchbox along. It guarded me even during my diarrhoea attack.

At lunch I enjoyed my chicken curry, heated at point. Everything seemed in peace…

Well, war was just beginning. Farts kept congesting within my insides, and I couldn’t dare pffing any, had to hold ‘em for life. I held them so firmly, Now that I got out from work five hours ago, I still have the same tons of air trapped inside me.

It. Fucking. Kills. Me.

Sometimes, when my shit is this loose, I’d really like to have a mould in which to cast some cool sculpture, obviously made of my own CRAP.

Btw, I have diarrhoea, and it’s pretty difficult to go to work today, I’m late on my delay. my belly still aching

This morning I can’t separate my arse from the toilet seat. It’s sticky.

Yes, my crap is.

Sure! All the shit I haven’t done in the weekend, postponed to Monday morning. Been sitting here for forty minutes now, and the torture – because it is also painful, YES, why not! – hasn’t even finished yet!

C’moooon it’s getting late!!

Dunno why but in the weekend it’s like my body doesn’t care about shitting. Like ‘it’s not a working day, Let me beee!’

Crazy body

I ordered pizza for dinner. I’d like to enjoy it emptying my insides before it. I’ve been sittin for twenty minutes, not a single fart 🙁

I took today in such an easy way that even my bowels relaxed. No shit

I am having some trouble at taking shit this morning.

I shall start counting how many times a year I struggle having shits. Not sure for what purpose…

I hate it when I get distracted while working… been Thinking this morning I had no shit 🙁

It was still, more loose shit. stinky, impolitely stinky. Definitely Not Safe for Work.

Surely not safe for a toilet with no windows, at work.