then came the worst date, May 21

If Biggie were still alive, we could have a joint birthday party. Maybe a barbecue. It would surely be a blast. I had a small birthday picnic on Saturday and my beautiful friends came to support the beginning of birthday week '10, which has proven mostly miserable thanks to yet another sickness overcoming my fragile immune system. But hopefully I'll be recovered by Friday so I can mope around Brooklyn for my day. School's over, so here are some sketchbook things.

i eat m&m's one at a time

ragefest 2010 holler at your girl