"Constipated and Anxious II"

HOLY FUCK. Life is stressful. When things are going bad, you hate your minimum wage job, you hate your misogynistic boss, your boring co-workers, none of them really understand why you spend all your time alone in your apartment making paintings. HOLY FUCK. Life is stressful. When life is going good, and someone wants to buy your painting, and people want to make an exhibition with you, but still no-one really understands why you spend all your time at home alone in your apartment making paintings. But, what they don’t know is that you’re not alone. Your constipated and anxious cat is there with you. He sits in the corner, deeply conflicted and mysterious, just like you. Anxious about life itself, anxious about why you adopted that other strange cat three years ago and how he never quite got over it, but most of all, anxious because he hasn’t been able to take a shit in three days. HOLY FUCK his eyes say to you from across the room, you haven’t taken a shit in three days either. At least we have each other.