from an embarrassing word document on my desktop entitled, "musings"

This summer.

Across from me, (I fear this will be the beginning of most, if not all of my entries, given the absolute fortune I have, of possessing a delightful new portable computer), sits a multi cultural couple.  Oh, what a pair.  An Asian American female, sits with an especially tight blue dress, that cuts low just enough to cup her chest.  Across from her sits a white male, who insists on taking picture after picture with her.  He is using his iphone, and since they are sitting across from each other at the table, taking a photo requires that they squish their bodies together.  The Asian American female is talking about herself a lot.  She is sharing her Asian mother’s harsh criticism, and this is making the white guy feel real uncomfortable, because he didn’t grow up with parents, who suggested their daughter get eye surgery, because their eyes were too squinty.

I am judging, aren’t I?

This summer.

But I suppose that is what I have learned.  Or at least, begun to learn about heteronormative relationship that prevails this society of ours. 

Not writing for a summer, only reminds me that I possess a poor, poor, grasp on grammar.

Nm u.