Lately, my boyfriend’s performance art has been especially strange. Now that I think of it, so has our sex. I’m not saying that I don’t embrace the strange, I’m just saying I’m scared.
Last week we were stoned by my pool and I was off on this diatribe about how milk should really be illegal at this point, and I guess I inspired this piece. He told me I’m his muse.
We’re gonna need to break up soon.