Shoulda Known Better

I think that everyone can agree that condoms suck. Nobody likes them and they are just an unfortunate fact of modern life
if you're single and slutty, or too crazy to be on the pill. I'm a little of both.
But I decided to go on the pill last January since I was having regular sex with someone who was disease free and shared my hatred of condoms. A couple of months ago, I decided to stop taking it to see if it would have any effect
on how often P.O. and I fight. The jury is still out, but I can't say that I feel any more normal or any less stabby. What I do feel is a little more scared of getting pregnant. Although that didn't seem to stop P.O. and me from screwing on a piano on Saturday without using anything. And I even had a condom in my purse. But my purse was in the other room. So like an idiot, I just let him stick it in me while I crossed my fingers. He pulled out and came on my leg, but when I went to the bathroom later, it seemed like there was some that made it in me.
I wasn't even that worried about it until last night when I checked my date book to try to figure out where I am in my cycle. And it turns out that Saturday was exactly 14 days in. Which is exactly when you should have sex when you're TRYING to get pregnant. Needless to say, I started to freak out.
I did some research on the interweb and decided that it would be a good idea for me to get the "morning after pill", otherwise known as Plan B. I like the name. I think it's cute. Anyway, I went to the Rite Aid this morning and bought the pills. I took one with my bagel and I take the other one 12 hours later. I seem to recall doing something similar a few years ago and not enjoying it very much. Though back then you just swallowed a bunch of regular birth control pills and hoped that it would fuck up your system so badly that you couldn't possibly conceive. Now they seem to have it down to a science.
Just take these two pills that have tons of hormones in them and hope you don't throw up. I am also going to hope that I get a nice bloody visitor in my pants in about two weeks.