It's the end of the semester confessional! I've had three fellow students this week separately bust out a TMI session about their sex lives. How many times per week. Who has an IUD. Current lack of libido. etc. etc. That edginess that everyone feels at the end of the semester seems to manifest in funny ways, and apparently my classmates tend to unburden themselves of personal information. My technique has been less confessional, and more about getting silly. I wear my huge 70s Target sunglasses everywhere, even at night, and I think this is very funny.
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