what if...
- 1. ...you come home and your roommate is having sex, and you can hear them. they don't know you're home. then you realize that their sex partner is calling them by your name, and they are calling their sex partner by your love interest's name. they are roleplaying YOU.
how would you feel? what would you do?
- 2. ...your roommate is away, and you need a pencil or some other innocuous thing that you think you might be able to find in their desk without being intrusive. what you find in their desk is a stack of notebooks, all titled [your name]'s Poops. they're logs of all of your trips to the bathroom: sounds you made, smells, whether you pooped, other details. and the logs go back to when you first moved in together.
what, if anything, would you do?
which brings me to the Poo Log (double entendre, i'm assuming, intended).
poo log. a record keeper. |
when you're psyched on your poo, you call your journal 'baby' |
but lest you think you the Poo Log will constrain the creative interpretation of your poop, or try to fit your square poop through a round hole, see that the facing page provides a bit more free form area to fill out, including space for a sketch*.
put your name at the top, so you can share the Log and compare your logs.. |
*do not sketch with poo. your pages will stick together. and that's gross. though some down on it's luck medical laboratory might be able to sell a few of these with some kind of poop sample pack and a postage paid envelope for hard core poop geeks to get real feedback. synergy!
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