Damn it. Those things MUST have crack in them.

Reese's motherfucking peanut butter cups.

I remember first really, really getting hooked when I was maybe...9? I always had the sneaking suspicion that I'd outgrow it some day, that it was a youthful sweet-tooth addiction, something that wouldn't stick.

Well wouldn't you know it, someone in my company's marketing department keeps their candy dish stocked with various sundry sugary products, and among those products...Reese's cups.

I don't know what's more frightening: the fact that today, at 23 years old, I'm still addicted to the goddamn things, or the fact that they may actually lead me to believe there is some redeeming characteristic to the marketing profession. *shudder*

Jam it back in, in the dark.