handcuffs and NIN

okay, so i didnt write anything this weekend. i was too busy catching up on all the homework i shirked last week, and i still havent really caught up, but who gives a fuk at this point. i'm on this totally awesome manic high right now and im doing everything i can to keep it.

so i woke up this morning, after only getting maybe 2 hrs sleep... and i felt... dont know how to explain it... like i wasnt a person anymore, like i was a force of nature; a hurricane or a tornado. when i got dressed, i put on a pair of jeans i havent been able to wear in years... and they look better on me now than they did then... old ripped black levi's... my favorite jeans... and immediately got into a hardcore state of mind... so i'm wearing those, harness boots with a thick heel, low cut black tank, and my favorite belt (which now wraps a full third farther around my waist than when i bought it) -- black leather with double clasp, and chromed grommets that go allllllll the way around... oh and the signature plaid flannel tied around my waist. i look like i belong in a nirvana music video or something lol.

but yeah... feeling like a hardcore force of nature puts me in another mood too... which... well... i'm taking it out by torturing my guy friends to death. lol. i know i'm cruel, but... well, they can be cruel sometimes too and what goes around comes around :P

just to give y'all an example... handcuffs come to mind, and i was just listening to NIN -- now i'm listening to blue monday's version of "orgy" *evil grin* make of that what you will *wink wink* i'm sure you get the idea. LOL.