run off of a sugar high [to be fleshed out]

Every good writer knows that they should write what they know, or at least what they can make up and pretend to end up knowing... So after such a lovely early morning with The Rose, I'm wondering what do i actually know? Other than i am The Brown-Eyed Girl? Hmmm... most days i think a cross between nada, nienta, zilch-o-rama and ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING....kinda cool cuz i'm always stuck discovering things about myself that i didn't know that i knew... hey, what the hell...i'd like to see how far i can get....
okay, things i learnt this exact weekend- i know that i look approximately 1/8th Samoan with straight hair... speaking of which i learnt never to wear it down too long as it's too tempting for my married brother to pull in reminscing our childhood... also i truly know the difference between canned whipped cream and the real fresh kind [but as exhibited by tonight's sugar fix, i must admit that i'd eat either] I know that as a direct result of sugar fix i'm too wired to dream a little dream of me and still refuse to keep any kind of Freudian dream journal to help me sleep [tho' it was a good idea my dear]...;) I also know that i am appalled at recent horror story: someone sent in their wedding invitation a card asking people to make a shidduch phone call in "honor" of their wedding [including matchmakers and websites]... talk about spreading the love... hey i'm all for the love-train but not really the invitee kind... i think for the most part the shidduch system is pretty decent, however; i also know that i would totally dance in the streets and help organize a prom "for potentially [emphasis here]- potential relationships only" in borrowed summer white dresses... let's do it like it was supposed to be back in the hey day:) who needs mailed memos and age-defying reminders [live live live mantra inserted here]?
i think eventually [like post 21.5] they are just going to start emailing wrinkles to cut and paste on your face ephshar after 30 a scarlet letter [narly.].. loco yoko.... man, i'm awfully glad not to be unhappy... speaking of the big H. word- Happy A-Day to the Mama and the Papa of this house.. may they continue to rock and roll with the funky unision of two shiny big-league bowling balls.... that. & Na Hama, for some unknown screw ball reason, refuses to give up liking eggplants- even tho they are absolutely gross... takeh... rick's car is also beginning to resemble a stalk of asparagus...something is way up- i must be needing Spring. yup.. i saw her again last night she promised she'll be acoming a'round that ol' mountain any day now.