lollipop of doom.

I cut my tongue on a lollipop today. Don't ask how, I really don't know. I was eating my second tootsiroll lollipop thinking about the owl in the  "how many licks does it take" commercial, and how i really miss that lil guy, when it happened. I guess i can sorta relate it to feeling like someone sliced your tongue with a lil shard of glass maybe? I remember carefulyl examining the lollipop, thinking of horror stories about strange objects found in food. Could some sick fuck have put glass in my lollipop? Um no Meghan, get a freakin grip. Apparently those things are sharp if you melt 'em just the right way. needless to say, I have a lot of tiny paper cuts on my tonue, the lollipop was tasty, and I'm partying hard at my friend's tonight. Totally unrealted statements, but hey...that's the way the cookie crumbles.