oy veyh.

I feel so retarded today. I've been walking with a limp due to a pretty bad ankle injury (from being retarded and running to class) and then, also being retarded again, took the Q to school, which skipped not only the Avenue H stop, but the Avenue J and Avenue M ones, too. In fact, I should have been in sociology class, talking about Karl Marx and the proletariat, but I was transferring to a Manhattan-bound Q train so I could be thirty minutes for class with my hot French professor.

So now, I have to take my retarded self to the doctor to fix my new pimp-limp. I am also angry about the weather. Lucky-ass Miss Salt gets beautiful hot weather all the time. You know what I get? 28 degrees. I am so not down.

I am, however, down for the spicy vegetable soup I made. It's so delicious. Should not have put pasta in there. That was a bad, mushy move.

Lessons Learned by 3 PM:

Read the goddamn MTA transit advisory signs
Go to the doctor when you sprain your ankle, not 2 weeks later
Don't put pasta in your soup.


-Miss Peppaz