This is a real shitty post. Pun intended.

Popho has been up and running for a few months now and I feel that only lately that it has been separating itself from konton (my prior site). At first I didn’t know what I wanted to do with popho; whether I was going to make it a video game blog, personal website, or an Asian pop site. I didn’t even know how “popho” was pronounced. (I chose the domain popho.com because I thought it would be easy to remember.) After a few hiccups, I decided to start writing about whatever was on my mind at the moment because my ADD won’t let me concentrate on just one topic. That’s why you’ll see a post about the Hills one minute and Megatron the next.

(Speaking of the Hills, is anyone out there excited as I am about the potential LC sex tape?! I’m sure Jason has to find a way to pay the bills now that his life is a complete shithole.)

One thing that I wanted to do more of, but haven’t yet, is write about little things that happen in my life. Unfortunately when you sit in front of a computer 12 hours a day for work and when you get home you sit in front of the computer for another couple of hours before you head to bed, not too many interesting things happen to you. This post is no exception, but I still felt the need to share.

I have always had a tenuous relationship with public bathrooms dating back as far as I can remember. I am a complete germaphobe so just the thought of someone else’s urine or shit potentially touching me freaks me out. Also, as any male here will testify, you do not want to take a shit in a school bathroom. Serious. Fortunately, I am not in school anymore. Unfortunately, public bathrooms still freak me out.

See, I really hate going to the bathroom when someone is shitting. Whenever I hear those vile “bathroom noises” I start throwing up in my mouth a little. You know what I’m talking about. The drip drops and the splashes. And don’t get me even started on the smells. If I smell anything that hints at someone dropping a deuce within the past hour I immediately walk out and try to find another bathroom. If there are no other bathrooms I’d run outside and pee on a bush. It hasn’t quite gotten to that point yet, but if it came down to smelling someone else’s funk or being arrested for peeing in public, I’d take the later. Seriously I would.

Why am I typing about this now? Well today I go to the bathroom and start relieving myself at my favorite urinal. I’ve got a nice stream going and all when someone runs past me, slams shut the stall door, and unleashes the mother of all shits. It sounded like someone had turned on a faucet. Well I immediately gagged and ran over to the sink as quickly as I could and started vomiting. All the while all I could think about was this guy’s duck shit and the nauseating aroma in the air… which made me vomit even more.

As I am standing over the sink dry heaving said shitter walks out and starts washing his hands. He asked me was I okay, oblivious to the fact that it was his shitting that caused my condition. I should have been the one asking if he was okay because his ass just niagra’ed a brown waterfall.

I washed up and returned back to my desk, a little shaken but thankful that that was over. However for the rest of the day I kept on thinking about the monster shit and how someone like that would bother me so much. Seriously, how do those scat people handle that… er… crap? Ugh.

At any rate, I don’t know why I typed all of this up. I guess it’s one way to show why this site isn’t a personal blog because my life is pretty shitty. Pun intended.