With emergency contraception! Blegh! I hate my organs!
I got engaged Sunday (yeeehawwww!) and, unable to keep our hands off each other, we had some drunken mistake-filled sex yesterday, haha. I have been on a hiatus from BC due to some issues so we have been utilizing the ever-stupid pull-and-pray form of BC. We were too drunk to do the "pull" part correctly. Now, in the cold light of day, I want to cut my uterus out with a knife and feed it to a dinosaur. I want to throw ninja stars at everyone's face. I want to curl up into a tight ball and be deep fried.
None of that makes sense, yet all these things appeal to my hormone-addled mind. Or whatever this hungover Plan B filled rage is.