This afternoon I tidied up my room. Well, I started tidying up my room, preparatory to packing. Well, I at least thought about starting.

I got rid of the flowers, because they were starting to get a little rank. But I kept the goth sticks. Because - duh - they're goth sticks. I think it's actually called distressed willow, but as soon as we saw them, the Male and I decided they were goth sticks.

(You don't want to sell me goth sticks. You want to go home, put on black velvet and lace, and angst about your life.)