On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: a rash.
On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: 2 parrots, named Patsy & Eddie. And they never fucking shut-up.
On the 3rd day of Christmas, my true love sent to me (and 2 different cruising sites) :: 3 copies of that accidental orgy tape we made last weekend.
On the 4th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: 4 samples of Biotherm's Activ Lift...gotta love the products-for-no-money plan!!!
On the 5th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: Who cares - you shoulda seen the UPS guy.
On the 6th day of Christmas, my true love sent me :: to rehab
On the 7th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: 7 Lords 'a Leapin'...some new Falcon Studios release.
On the 8th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: uh, nothing(!) - you see, we went to brunch - which was cool - but then his ex...a-d-r-i-a-n...was there, at the table, like, beside us, and so he got all pissy, so I got kinda drunk, took a percocet, and passed out in the cab. Whatever.
On the 9th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: 9 pairs of Puma's. My Numbered Limited Edition Puma's, to be precise. Good thing, 'cuz I was just about to call that hit man.
On the 10th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: His portion of the rent...10 days late.
On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: 11 previously taped episodes of Passions - Love you!!
On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love sent to me :: Huh? Is it New Years yet?
1/2 lb. wide egg noodles 1 lb. creamed or whipped cottage cheese 1 cup sour cream 1/4 lb. unsalted butter, melted 1/2 cup sugar 2 eggs, beaten 3/4 cup golden raisins 2 medium Granny Smith apples, peeled and sliced thin pinch of salt pinch of cinnamon 1 tsp. vanilla extract
butter for greasing baking pan
sour cream and fresh berries as an accompaniment, if desired
Preheat the oven to 350°F. Boil the noodles until al dente, and drain. In a large mixing bowl, combine drained noodles and remaining ingredients (through and including vanilla extract) and toss well. Transfer the mixture to a buttered 13 x 9 x 2-inch baking dish, and bake 40 minutes, uncovered. Cover with foil and bake an additional 20 minutes, or until cooked through. Remove from oven and let cool before cutting into squares. Serve warm or at room temperature with sour cream and/or fresh berries on the side, if desired.
Makes 8 servings.
Wednesday, December 14
It's always better to give than to receive. Especially if you're related ::
Ah, the end of the year - this vile vile year - is within reach. Which means it's time to Plan Your Parties/Plar Your Panties...whatever. Basically, there's only one real function worth attending in T.O. this year - and it's this. 34 hours of Pure Dance Heaven. You simply have to come. And you know who you are. I hope.
:: Remember - 'grape' without the 'g' is rape. And that is wrong. :: Do you realize that somewhere, right now, a fat person is waiting for the next course? :: Do you realize that people around the world are having sex - like, on my floor? :: I can't stand when I get build-up in the corners of my mouth - and my friends don't tell me. Fuckers, the lot of'em. :: I can't stand it when I - ooops - did that one already. :: My friend Martin is deeper than sin. Take that anyway you want - god knows he does.. :: Omar is asleep :: There's this guy in North York. A phone call would be perfect.
Friday, December 2
Upwards & Onwards
I actively hate christmas. People with minivans everywhere. Stale drama everywhere. Relatives....everywhere. So I just try to make the worst of it - by doing those things which irritate everyone the most - times 10. Try it - 'cuz after awhile, people will just leave you alone.