I just read Kick Me by Paul Feig. I loved it so much. How could anyone undergo an adolescence like his and a) live to tell about it, b) make it so funny and c) remember so much of it? Much like when I immerse myself in too much Curb Your Enthusiasm and begin to feel like I'm Larry David, right now I'm channeling Paul Feig and starting to remember and make peace with a lot of my nerdy experiences growing up. I still cringe a little, but I'm beginning to think that some of these things are only funny stories now instead of the mortifying incidents they once were (no way I'm sharing! I'm just not there yet).
I know what you're thinking. Me, unpopular? Well, can't you tell?!
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