Scary, Scary!

So last night went out with the good ol' coworkers from ZARA (aka THHHHH-ARA) to Knotts Scary Farm for some classic, much needed high pitched screaming. I dont know if it was cause of the fact that I was slightly under the influence of various substances or if the workers werent doing their job well but it definitely wasnt as good as usual... BUT, going at least once a year is a definite must. You just gotta! Anyway, back to the point of my post.

Was standing in line for supreme scream, 12:30AM (closing is 1), last ride of the night and I come across this lone-ranger-semi-tasty straight man and I happened to strike a conversation with him (thank you baby jesus for that good tasting kush and its calming powers cause otherwise I probably wouldnt have). I--we found ourselves revolved around our conversation, he constantly agreeing in interest with his super straight ~persona~ and I with my inquisitive ways. His name was Alex and while talking to him I couldnt help but feel that different energy he, as a supposed straight man, was emitting. Rarely happens for me. In short, I strongly felt the gay vibe coming from him through said interest in the conversation yet he tried to mask it back by randomly saying shit like "Yeah someday when I do that.. WITH MY WIFE"

Baffles me how the human mind works. I dont know if its culture, upbringing, etc but I wonder why some dont come to terms with their true identity/sexuality in the very beginning of his/her life. How is it that some dont realize till later? I mean, this Alex fellow--who works at the Cheesecake Factory in Newport Beach (see? inquisitive.)--was alone because he was waiting for "a friend" which sure enough turned out to be the BIGGEST little twink power bottom ever. That was just a confirming detail. My hunches were pretty strong and confident beforehand.

Anyway, enough about that. We were soul mates, he liked what I liked in every possible way and he most likely was secretly dating the wild little gorgeous power bottom. Soml.

BUT! Since this blog IS about my work (as it mainly should be, so stop me if this tomfoolery continues) I can say that I bought some sheet metal supplies at the store for scary judgmental straight hick-seeming men, Home Depot, and am anxious to start on my next project since those black ones VVVVVVVVVbelowVVVVVVVVV are probably going on hiatus. Shit is way too tedious for an impatient bitch like me.

Will keep you posted.

Memento vivere~
Kevin G. Ma