Just a little nugget at work, my boss invited me an ice cream, you know…

There are basically two kind of people, those who have a shit-routine, and those who have not.

I am both. I take a shit every day at around 7:30AM. Whenever I feel like I need it, I do that.

It’s not 7:40 in the morning right now, ain’t it? Still pretty smelly though! 🤢

I produced a good amount of shit already, and yet I fee like it is just the tip of the iceberg…

I’m late though, I guess I’ll figure it out during the day! 😖

Ok, get up, c’mon!

My session lasted quite longer than usual, now my arse is toilet-shaped

What can I say? I ate loads of bread this morning. I simply clogged my body. Now I am at the toilet. Everything’s still… still. Still, I wait. Still.

After a 6-day no-alchool-streak, I drank some beer yesterday. IMMEDIATELY my shit recognises the poisonous substance, and rebels.

Squashy

Sometimes I enjoy so much my weekend I could forget doing shit. Sometimes shit happens. Sometimes shit happens not to happen.

I guess it’s life… shitty life!

Even if there’s my girlfriend right next to me, and there’s shit getting out of my arse, ir now seems normal.

Awesome

On monday I began my alchool-free-period, dunno yet how long will it be.

So far I’ve been good, so I thought I wouldn’t have had problems with my bowels.

Well, I was wrong. It feels like there’s a nuclear reactor inside my belly. ☢️

Flaming meatball shitball

After a long struggle, I am finally able to have some shit. It’s not much, but it is what it is!

Mark D+

Third day without alcohol. My shit it’s starting to feel healthier.

And duller

But also creamier!

Lost in toughts mud

It’s sort of the only joy of today. A brown nugget out of me.

Will it be a metaphor of all of my pains and anxieties? Expelled in the form of shit.

This morning feels so jazzy…

Everything around is still dressed in dark, only a thread of golden light filters through the window, it’s dawn. Summer feels gone, my feet on the pale tiles starting getting cold. Sure enough, this jazz album I am listening to gives it all more sense.

Inside this bucolic picture, I am sitting here, on the white marble, no brown whatsoever seems to be ready to get out, it seems like she doesn’t like such romantic atmospheres. Such a shame, I was thinking of bringing her to Paris…