Exercise in futility

So there we are checking out the house... walking around looking in particular at my new bathroom lovingly. The tub.. well, I think I may live in it for about a month.

But then I went to the shower. There are smooth black pebbles beneath my feet and as I lean against the shower wall. This will be relaxing, I think.

Then I sit on the bench in the shower. I look at the Porn King. Look at him suggestively and say, "The bench looks like it is just the right height".

I get a blank look in response.

"Right height for what?"

Can someone explain to me why I fucking bother?

Just a thought

I am sitting here watching late night tv, drinking jaegertee to calm my cough (truly for medicinal purposes... I am trying to stay off the sauce) and watching stupid commercials

"Do you find it hard to remember to take your birth control"
"Even those once a week patches?"

What?

Once a week birth control is too complicated? How will once a month make anything better? Because frankly, your problem seems to be that you are careless and forgetful. Changing the time frame is not your issue.

And if you can't remember even once a week to take your birth control are you really responsible enough to have sex?

I don't think so.

Just a thought