Potty thoughts

Since I've been thrown out of my regular schedule for the past couple of weeks, the regular morning shit-shower-shave routine has had to drop the shit-shower part to get to work on time and as such, i've had to use public crappers more. That's right, no more comfort zone shitting. Shit.

Taking the private potty experience into the public sphere always becomes an aurally stimulating experience as one intently analyzes every sound that the shitting neighbour(s) make.

Half an hour ago, I was on the crapper... occupying myself with deleting old text messages off my phone. On both my left and right is the sound of men laboring over the delivery of their brown babies, and like a movie background score is the pitterpatter of the three of us rapidly nailing buttons on our cell phones.

Amidst these sounds, I wander off to the many things I want to blog about... most of which are impossible to remember once I'm off the pot. Kinda like my "Hi my name is paul and I tra lah blah-blah-blah" end lines. I love 'em. I get to sign off each blog and tell the world just a leetle bit about me, and I find the disclosure gratifying. On the pot, I think that my next end line should read "Hi my name is paul and my hobbies are swimming, playing golf and receiving fellatio". That's a lie actually. I don't like swimming.

And labour day weekend starts in just one and a half hours :D