November 26, 2012
WASP
The other night someone told me the problem with my romantic life is that I'm dating a wasp-a white anglo-saxon protestant...which pretty much means he doesn't know how to feel passionate about life.
I could agree I suppose, I just found it funny that this was told to me by another wasp that presumes to be cultured just because he's dating a Puerto Rican and can sing a few lines in Spanish. Actually, in all honesty I did like what he had to say. And I didn't mind the Spanish lyrics.
scullerymaid at 9:17 p.m.