I am a fucking failure.
Mitch came over last night...he was depressed over something or other. We drank a bottle of champagne and then we had some shots of vodka. We got pretty significantly tipsy. I wasn't trashed drunk, but my decision-maker brain cells apparently decided to head for the hills anyhow.
We stayed up until approximately the end of time...and then we layed down. I of course wound up having sex with him. Unfortunately, sex often leads to infants. We didn't use any kind of 'protection.'
REPEAT: I am a FUCKING failure
So today I get to go to the pharmacy at wal-mart and ask them if I might procure a morning after pill. Pray they don't require a doctor visit.
Stupidity is getting pretty expensive.
I wasn't even going to have sex anytime soon. Funny how things change when someone manages to make you feel like you're actually worth something. And he's so frigging nice.
Wanna hear the worst part? Course you do. He was upset because my best friend had agreed to date him the previous evening and then changed her mind in the morning. According to him that was just "the straw that broke the camel's back" and it was actually just everything leading up to that point. But, still...
God I'm a whore
That will be all for now. Wish me luck on not getting knocked up. |
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