For the first time in a while today I woke up late, and I felt completely empty, no farts inside me. Pretty rare!
I thought I was fine, but then some turds came.
Now, that’s normal!
a new post every time I take a shit
For the first time in a while today I woke up late, and I felt completely empty, no farts inside me. Pretty rare!
I thought I was fine, but then some turds came.
Now, that’s normal!
This morning I was climbing. As always I had to shit, and I went for it.
There was nothing to hide it this time, as I shat on the bare rock.
At the end of the day, while getting back to the car, my girlfriend asked me ‘where did you shit later today?
I replied ‘why?’
Because I think I saw it while taking a poop.
Oooooops!
I am already out, I thought everything was okay, I was in time, but FUCK!
Shit urge came! Always making me late!
I guess my bowels love April’s Fool….
What makes you laugh?
Pretty much everything. Life is so awesome, why shouldn’t anybody love it so much laughing at it every single day?
Good laugh means happy life, happy life means I feel more positive, and I could do shit easily.
Having an empty bowels makes it easier to laugh even more!
You wouldn’t laugh much if you bricked yourself at laughing ot loud, would you?
Just woke up hyperpositive!
Huge turd on the go.
This project of mine, this whole shit-blogging thing, is what I really believe in the most.
I want a happy life, happy life means happy bowels, happy bowels means, positivity, positivity brings joy. And I want the best life ever.
What would be nicer than living on my own shit?
Just thinking, why can’t every day be the same at taking a poo?
Today meant no struggle at all. What prevents it to be always like that?
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I am not sure, but if I picture it, I guess I wanted to become what I am now, a shit blogger.
There are a lot of pictures of baby me sitting on the toilet, taking a poo. I wasn’t able to write at that time, but I really was good at telling all about my poop. Growing up, this was simply the most logical evolution of my nature.
In the end, I became THE Shitblogger, but probably everything was already written in my blood. Once, telling my parents about my poop session (how cute!), today, writing that online, spreading my poop to the whole world!
Not done here. And it smells pretty very very bad. Nothing pretty here. 😐
Even if I’d have preferred to do it in the morning, finally some shit came up. Actually, it’s going DOWN.
Down down down the toilet. Just go, you’re free!
It is deeply liberating for me as well. I freaking needed this, I spent the two hours sitting at my laptop after lunch farting a lot. Long lasting ones.
Despite what I’ve just told, even if you give yourself twenty minutes on the toilet, to make some poop is not obvious. Today I produced nothing
Not even a fart
What’s something most people don’t understand?
Taking a shit every morning is one of the most important thing we human do.
Most people don’t understand that if we don’t devote ourselves to taking a poop every day – preferably at the same time – we fuck up our biology. We are animals, sure, the most evolute animals on the globe, but we’re still animals.
We must respect animals rules, such as eating, sleeping, and shitting. If we don’t take a crap we stop working, and we end up feeling bad. And that’s unhealthy.
So please, do yourself a favour, and save your arsehole ten to thirty minutes a day, you’ll be glad. It’s stress relieving, it’s life changing.
Trust me, I’m the shit expert. I do this professionally. I write a post every time I take a shit, been doing this for three years all along now!
What the hell! It was a pretty calm morning, why??? Why???
Where does this diarrhoea comes from???
I believe in this thing. I basically took one of the thing I am consistent at and I am trying to make it become a fulltime job.
Being a shitblogger, writing a post every time I find myself in good times for a poop, is not an easy job. I had to get used to it, I had to improve my writing and creative skills, but here I am, I have been doing this for three years now, and I am very happy and proud of myself.
I gotta admit even my bowels health improved, since I sit on the toilet for about thirty minutes every day, giving it the time it deserves. And I am plenty of time to develop something to write!
This morning I feel energetic, even if I slept poorly, and indeed is my arsehole. Everything went out, and I am now ready to begin my day!
How has technology changed your job?
Technology is key to my job. Without it, I’d be lost. I work at my laptop every day to improve my anonymous-shitblogger activity and I use my phone for every post I publish while taking a poo. Without technology, this poop blog would never exist.
A fact: I had diarrhoea this morning.
Another fact: I ate some sort of filled pastry with cheese and aubergine, and tomato sauce, and a lot of oil, and a lot of butter. It was delicious.
Are these two facts anyhow related? Probably
So why did I eat the leftovers for lunch?
Yeah, probably it hasn’t been the best idea ever… I am farting and farting and farting and farting. Now my room is likely to be a bomb. Hope nobody comes visiting today…
However, it was delicious, again!
Great! Loose! Luckily I was home…
Patient waiting brought some joy. Not that late after all
This morning I had to wake up a little earlier than usual, when my routine breaks, so do my shit habits
I must wait… hoping I won’t brick myself at one point in the morning…
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
An easy one. Taking poops in the worst conditions, and keeping tracks of those on this very blog 😌
Morning. Sitting on the usual throne.
Everything looks normal. Probably it is, but it feels so weird, I took four shits yesterday… how come I have stuff for this morning already?
I just can’t believe it. I was easily taking a pee, when I pushed a little harder, and a turd came out. UNBELIEVABLE.
I thought I had enough today…
Unluckily I had no signal today, but I was rock climbing, and I should have written three posts, I fucking had diarrhoea while . Not a news for me, sure, but is always, every single time, so frustrating, and discomfortable. And bad. And wrong.
The worst of the whole was the second one. i literally pushed so hard it squirted almost two meter long. I won’t go deep with details, but please, just prey for me. My life can’t go on like this
What is your favorite type of weather?
It is probably when it’s rainy outside, so I have no rush of getting out, and I can spend more time on toilet, for taking a shit!
But also when it is sunny, in spring or summer times, and I can shit outdoor easily, in very beautiful spots
Right on the spot. Today I woke up dynamic. Plenty of energy to go climbing. It’s no nice!
But first of all! BOMBS AWAAY!
I am sure I’ve got stuff inside me willing to stay inside, but I really need to let them out! C’mooooooooon!!
Ever since I started eating pizza, I knew it would have ended up like this.
When I poured myself that cup of beer, I confirmed my fears.
Even in the middle of the party, when I played beer pong with some sweet pineapple-gin cocktail I already knee my fate.
I woke up after a little four-hour sleep, and I just went to have a shit. My anus stretched, now my worst fears are being real!
What do you wish you could do more every day?
Frankly, more shit
Back home.
I crafted some at my girlfriend’s place, we had breakfast together, then I headed back home. Some good pause is a nice choice. Healty.
Better not to push harder than my body could handle.
I chose to go home by feet, taking the bus would have meant waiting still, farts destroying me from inside, as I couldn’t vent in such a crowded place – they gave death sentences for mass homicide for less the guilt – so I took a walk, and after half an hour I hame sitting on my personal throne. Gooooood.
Good. I feel much better now. The pain is gone. The stink just stays, though
Oh dear, I am simply too drowsy now to focus on this kind of looseness.
But I guess this is what I deserve, for being up late drinking on a Thursday night…
Anyways, at least I weigh less.
It’s a matter of where and when.
This morning is at my place. At ten o’clock.