Shit Diaries

 

I wanted to go for something a lot lighter than the last project, so I chose to document my shits throughout the week in the stall by my room down in Armington. I go there daily, never really pay attention to the details, but I thought it would be fun and also an eye-opening experience to base such a project on. I enjoyed it and came to realize how my body reacts to certain foods a little bit more clearly. As the days went on, the space was mentally formed into something I almost looked forward to, the distinct smell the bathroom had of hand soap, moist paper towels in the bins, faint scents of the FeBreeze I always spray before/after haircuts, and more. Overall, this was a simpler project for me, but it was fun. I also decided to go back to using some simple mark-making with a pen and colored pencils, like I used to do as a kid. Through the fun, playful documentation of the shits throughout the week, it heightened my awareness of the entire act, and brought closer attention to an action that I take almost daily in the same spot.

Monday – 10/20/2025, 1:27 p.m.

A clump of anxious marbles, each one fighting for escape. Lunch had been greasy tacos and too much cheese. A rebellion in spherical form.

They came out in bursts, like a broken nerf gun shooting dead bullets.

Wipe count: 3 (no mushiness called for less).

Smell: sharp, tangy, undeniably urgent.

Splash factor: medium — one rogue drop on the cheek.

Emotional summary: a confused stampede of regret and beans.

Tuesday – 10/21/2025, 11:15 a.m.

A confident turd with a smirk and a point - proud, solid, self-assured.

Breakfast had been everything omelets, hash browns, and some fruit.

Smooth exit, one clean motion, no drama.

Wipe count: 3 (could have been 2, but wanted to double check).

Smell: tolerable, earthy, almost wholesome.

Splash factor: low — the kind that lets you sigh in satisfaction.

Emotional summary: “That’s how it’s done, folks.” A poop of contentment.

Wednesday (Morning) – 10/22/2025, 9:43 a.m.

Droopy, tired, and emotional.

This one crept out reluctantly, carrying yesterday’s regrets and the late-night takis I had on Tuesday.

The breakfast burrito didn’t help. Started eating and immediately hit the stall. 

Wipe count: 5 (all soggy).

Smell: melancholic, like wet cardboard and defeat.

Splash factor: gentle - almost apologetic.

Emotional summary: I felt like the shit. 

Wednesday (Noon) – 10/22/2025, 12:01 p.m.

A wide, flat splatter, stretching itself too thin.

Yesterday’s dinner, ramen and spicy broth, came back with vengeance.

The experience: hot, humid, alarming in texture.

Wipe count: 8 (each one a memory you’d rather forget).

Smell: simply unholy.

Splash factor: none - it spread too far for impact.

Emotional summary: an experience of pain, urgency, ASMR, and a feeling of unpreparedness. 

Thursday – 10/23/2025, 3:20 p.m.

A glorious, steaming swirl of chaos and confidence. 

Lunch was a burger and fries; the gut celebrated and revolted simultaneously.

Exit: dramatic, fast, satisfying.

Wipe count: 3 (quick victory wipes).

Smell: powerful, proud, hit the back of the nose.

Splash factor: heroic — a little backsplash, but worth it.

Emotional summary: Winner of the BSW (Best Shit of the Week)

Friday – 10/24/2025, 11:58 a.m.

Tall, stacked, and furious - a tower of defiance.

Too much red meat, not enough water - the system fought back.

Exit: a battle cry. You emerged sweating and questioning humanity.

Wipe count: 6 (stubborn residue).

Smell: bold, primal, slightly metallic?

Splash factor: water bomb - it landed with authority.

Emotional summary: I am vengeance. I am constipation.