It's a goood day! Sugar is now in my system (Thank you cadburys!) and I'm feeling fine. Addiction, thy name is sugar. Mmmm saccharide, glucose, fructose, dextrose, dextroglucose, deoxyribose, xylose... I love you all! Mood stabilisation is the key and, frankly life without some kind of humming sugary buzz in my veins really wouldn't be quite the bright, white crunchy place that it is.
Pah, pish and old smelly socks to caffine, yah boo sucks and tttthhhp to drugs and amphetamenes, you can keep them all, them and their little dogs too. I don't need 'em, I have the longest love of my life to keep me happy and bouncy and hyped like Ben Johnson before a 100m racing event. Sugar rushes only last a moment? Pah, they upswing me like a swingometer against the loony party, make me want to dance and bounce (note to self, bouncing in you seat at work makes you look mad...) so there, so there with care bears, carebears with gummi juice. Oooo gummi bears, they're just so utterly yummy. Hmmm, just thinking about it, I present you with the top 3 best sugar kicks in the whole wide world that I know of.
1. Lucazade dextrose tablets. These things are hardcore. Keep them away from me unless you want me crawling the walls like spiderman.
2. Fruit pastels. Small lumps of sugar gel, covered in sprinkled chunks of sugar. Flavoured with sugar and with added... sugar. These things should probably be illegal.
3. Pixie stix!! Or icing sugar, but taking bags of white powder to night clubs tends to get you thrown out for some reason...
The final word on sugar goes to the animaniacs of course...
( Be careful what you eat )