Working coat check leaves me wanting dirty things.
Not nice dirty but actually dirty.
Licking the bottom of my shoes and eating a fortune cookie fortune that is found on the ground.
Why not? I’ve been around dirty coats all day. Maybe dirty is the way to go and I just didn’t realize it before like when I realized that some people brush their teeth with warm water. What the? I might like that.

This is what coat check looks like before coats happen:


This is what coat check looks like after coats happen:

I took this picture sitting on the other side of the room.

Anyway, the fortune cookie example was specific because I did that.
The fortune kept trying to get away from me.
a few times.
so I ate it. It fulfilled my urge to do dirty and also capture my future forever… until I poop.
It said, “Your life will be happy and peaceful.”
I showed it to Michelle before I ate it and she said,
“I don’t know about the peaceful part.”
It was dirty because it came out of someone’s coat at coat check and then fell on the ground….and how do you give that back to someone if you don’t know what coat it came from?
I liked that they were saving it.
I think they were saving it for a while. It was brownish.

dirty.

Josh said he thinks he has a never ending cold because of working at coat check.
Josh and I spend at the very least 6 consecutive hours together every week in a small box checking coats and we say maybe two sentences to each other the whole time.
The thing about him having a cold was one of the sentences this week. I don’t remember the other, probably. “Did you count the cash box yet?”

This is Josh:

Josh would be embarrassed if he knew he was on my internet.
He is very cute.

The snow is melting but people are still saying “look at all the snow everywhere!”
This cigarette is on my bench on my balcony.
It looks like it’s bleeding.
This might mean something to someone. Bleeding dead cigarette.

It doesn’t mean anything to me. It just looks like it could.
I do love that it could mean something to someone.

I am happy when I paint.
It is hard for me to paint.
It is hard for me to start painting.

I did paint today though, after two episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer I did actually get out of bed and tried it.
I’m in this show at the end of the month and I need a title for the paintings that I’ve already started.
I couldn’t come up with anything for a while.
This is what I finished painting today

That isn’t really what it totally looks like because paintings are hard to take pictures of.
you should see it in person anyway.

It doesn’t mean anything to me, like the bleeding cigarette.
The painting part does mean a lot though. The act of.
This whole entry sounds corny.
That’s why its so hard to come up with a name, because it’s like the bleeding cigarette to me.
Don’t mean shit.
I even know what it could mean to someone. wouldn’t want to name it though.

I did think about going with: “Maybe this means something to you”
and then having a note card that says… if it does check yes if it doesn’t check no…. feel free to explain why but you dont have to.

….and then….and then i could just do that with every painting which would be great.
Even ones that don’t look emotionally charged.
All of it could work.
So then I came up with a name that I could always use and now I don’t have to name  any more.

If you want to see this painting in real life:
The Distillary Gallery, Boston
“Go Small”
A group exhibit of 10″ x 10″ works on panel featuring over 20 local artists
Feb 24 – Mar 31

I found out I was born with a sack. Seems like it should be spelled sac or sak. Maybe it is.
The sak meant I was suppose to be a twin but I sucked the life out of it. So it’s just me.
No one told me before now. I think.
I’ve been thinking about this some.

These yokes came out of one egg yesterday.
I’m the one on the right.
The omelette was delicious.

Just ate 16 cookies:

I looked really good earlier today:

I’m not feeling so much that I can’t take a picture of it.

-Casey