The creeps on the bus go 'round and 'round.

Yum. I drew this cake on the bus today, it is for all the birthdays this spring, yummy yum! 

Actually, ever since I played Portal I can't stop thinking about cake... it's.... consuming me. :( Damn you GlaDOS, damn you.

In any case, this has been a very up and down week. I have been drawing a lot, because I keep forgetting my book and/or to charge my iPod... therefore leaving me with creeps staring at me and me without something to look at. (AVOID EYE CONTACT AT ALL COSTS).

LAST Thursday, for example. I made eye contact. First mistake. The guy who sat between me and freedom started talking to me about what I was drawing. Second mistake. It happened to be a hot girl.

I humored him for a while but tried to just keep looking back at my crappy sketchbook.

This is when he started jacking off underneath his gangster hoodie.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye in horror, and yes, indeed, that sure was what he was doing. He started breathing really heavy, and every few minutes he would stop, talk to me, and then continue.

I couldn't sprint off that bus quick enough..

Why does this keep happening to me?!