Today I was discussing with my dear friend Fran my intense desire to make out (AKA, eat an entire bag of Hershey Kisses.).

My sugar craving meter is off the chart today and completely uncontrollable.

And at its peak, like some sort of Angel, a coworker handed me a pouch of a little twinkle from my childhood. A bag of Pop Rocks. And it was perfect. I love them. I need them more often. And I want to drink them.

I promised myself to take a break from consumption after my massively gross hangover yesterday, but I really think that I can put that aside for one of those.

Pop Rock Party? Please?