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When did we stop sparkling at noon? When did champagne toasts that tickled our noses cease to be an integral part of our day? And, come to think of it, where's my damn tiara?

I don't want to be bored anymore. And I sure as hell don't want to be boring.

It's the greatest tragedy I can imagine, you know. To crave an extraordinary life, but settle for a soul-crushingly ordinary one. I refuse to shine only on New Year's Eve. I crave stars brushing my cheeks and fizzing delightfully around my neck.

Maybe you do, too.

Or maybe your just want fire accessories. I"m good with that, too.

Here they are. Welcome back to Pop Rock Park. You're going to love it here.