So, I set my bra on fire...

Well, not really, but I very well might have. I was protesting, it was a show of anger, defiance, power....

So here's what I did,
I tossed my pills in the toilet and flushed them down the drain! Damn right I did! And you know what that implies right? Since babies are not in MY plan anytime soon, putting it lightly, it means you ain't getting none.
Ahhhh! It was exhilarating, intoxicating, and gosh it was frighteningly delicious and yeah, it felt so damn good; ALL pun intended.
But here's where the plans kinda got screwed over.
See apparently this feel good feeling can be a sorta, well...turn on. Ah! You think I mean for the object of my annoyance right? Yeah yeah, him too, but more so for me. The power was driving me.... I know how powerful figures feel now. I mean, I was on cloud nine operating under the influence. Talk about precarious.

Here's how it got worse,
I endured a three hour full course seduction in the middle of the night. A true test to one's self control. My pride would not let me give in, actually now I think about it and it really was the thought of the floating little pills in the septic tank. I messed up, I was trying to exert power by allowing him to get so far, but not all the way, after all I had been immersing him in cold water successfully these past few weeks, talk about power drunk. But like all absolute monarchs, yeah, I consider myself the absolute monarch over me and everything in and on me, you eventually "overdo" it, just like I was about to. But what the hell is the matter with him too? He knows I'm off the pill. I couldn't help but wonder if he was trying to spite me. Of course it gathers that I should fear the little baby makers more seeing as I was contemplating hitting the road. But oh gosh! It hit me, it just hit me! No not that! How nice it will look on his portfolio for the world to know he conquered me. In such a barbaric way at that. My resolve got stronger. I must have shoved him to the floor at least 3 times, wait, I think 5 times. Yes! I deserve huge credit for that. But he deserves even more credit for his resolve. He couldn't be fended off. And then he kissed my ears! The ears! That was cheating! Everyone knows the ear is my weakness. I should have sent him right out soon as he walked in and if I didn't want to, well actually, I couldn't tell he was in the room till he was right on top of me, but I could have used some politely scorching words to douse whatever fire was possessing him. Ah! Here's a nice phrase that would have worked just fine "come off it!".

Oh well, I didn't do any of those things. Needless to say, I am heading to my doctor's right after class. She has the prescription for my morning after pill and ortho tri cyclen lo waiting for me.