I don’t understand what’s been going on to my bowels. Today, yesterday, the day before. They’ve all been constipated days.

Why?

Been eating fruit, been eating veggies, been sleeping a lot.

What’s up????

Frustrating :/

Unm, second day of constipation.

Not not good.

And I’ve even been eating fruit!

Fuck

I want to have a shit, but my shit doesn’t want to come out.

Weekends are always difficult :/

Blah, bad shit.

At least or got out at once!

After a couple meetings, I went to the grocery, also took my lunch.

Back home, had no time to eat it, my arsehole guided forced me to the loo.

Farty and sleeky, now I’m literally getting shit done!

Perhaps, to insult my bowels was the best idea possible.

They got nervous, anxiety rised, pressure on.

Now pressurised dull liquids got out abruptly.

Uuhs, luckily I didn’t save it for later….

Would have been inconvenient :/

Am late already, and my bowels just don’t cooperate.

Gotta get out soon!!!

Cmoooon!

Fuckoff, I’ll just ignore the urge for shit today…

Shit to be done. But I must get more regular. Need veggies. Am not eating fresh fruits enough.

Summer is weird

Ok the night is gone. I survived…

There’s a few shit left, it’s loose.

I don’t feel really good right now…

Fucking hot.

I’m here sweating on my toilet.

Can’t sleep. It’s way too hot.

But it is also my bowels’ fault.

I think there’s some guilt to be given to my dinner, sushi with my friend, we also had a couple of beers. I haven’t notice my IPA was too alcoholic, I ended up drunk before I could eat anything. I guess this fact displeased my body.

Whatever, now I just feel bad, drowsy, sweaty, my bowels hurt.

Fuck.

Finally a new week starts.

Let’s try to make my bowels up…

It’s been pulsating.

We start with some serious matter: consistency.

We start with some serious dung, consistent

So, back home.

My arsehole just loves it.

My toilet.

Home sweet home.

Well… SWEET….

Dunno.

But disgusting. Yes

Sure.

Finally, A LOT OF SHIT out!!!

Yesterday I don’t even have drank much, but even a few drinks results in this kind of shit.

ASTOUNDINGLY BAD!

Smell, consistency, even frequency of deployment, is just something NOT worth remembering…

After a whole day spent on the boat, the stag party can go on.

Problem is I feel like I need to shit a lot, but nothing seems to want to get out.

It’s dinner time, and I’d like to eat something, but the space is taken already… :/

Huge problem.

Me don’t like it

I am now at the restaurant restroom pushing as hard as I can. But… just a little nugget…

Oh well..

The night is long…