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Obsessed
I am minorly (OK more than minorly) obsessed with toilet paper. Whenever I enter a bathroom I check the toilet paper roll. If it’s less than a quarter full, even if I’m going for a pee, I need to get another one to have on hand for emergencies. Fairly often my bowels are like “oh
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Big girls don’t cry
I cried today for the second time in three years, so, quite the occasion. You’d think I’d cry all the time, but I have managed at some point, I don’t know when it happened, to completely internalise my tears. It takes something pretty significant to make me cry these days. I feel like crying plenty
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Always be my baby?
I think of my bowels as a strange toddler I didn’t choose to have. Before leaving the house you always have to go try to get your kid to have a pee. Except with my bowels, I visit the bathroom and make sure I have a poo. I don’t have to feel the need
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