HNT: Glow sticks

I have an affinity for things that glow in the dark. Okay, things that glow. If I'm at a dance, if I wander into a lamp store, if I find someone who has a particularly interesting garden light -- any of these, and I'm entranced. It's pure shiny object lust.

With that in mind, what do you think happens when it's Wednesday night and I have a container of glow sticks I found on sale?


It looks sort of like a face, doesn't it? I should have grabbed a third one to make a mouth!



Just, y'know, lighting the way. Think of it as a glowing treasure trail.



I like this one best -- the two glow sticks snapped together formed a very graceful curve, which looks pretty good between my breasts.

I'm having way too much fun over here with my dirt-cheap package of glow. More silliness is almost certainly on the way in the future.

On an utterly unrelated note, I sat down yesterday and composed a poem, after who knows how long sticking purely to prose. It's pretty twisted, so I may post it here after I run it by my resident editor/lover. (Handy combo, let me tell you!)

Hope everyone's having a good Thursday!