save me your sob stories, springer

oh late, yet again, boredom and my futile attempt at lady-of-leisuredom has led me down the nasty nasty road of virtual voyeurism.... and i know at the end of the day, all it will leave me is a sick taste on my tongue and anger and rage that is totally directionless and useless... but because i am bebal and refuse to learn my lesson, i indulged... in a twisted sort of way, it sooths the yearning for a certain babi's presence in my life.

oh well, oh well, sewel...