Cog Creatives

About last week..

So, I managed to run into two of my exes. Yeah, amazing!. I was on my way to work. Later than usual, I must add, as it had been raining heavily that morning, and I don’t really do well with rain. If you wanted me dead, just leave me in the rain. I’ll be dead before you can blink twice.

Anyways, still on my way to work. When, Hannah got on the bus. She was excited to see me, of course. But me? Nah, not so much. I tried to match her excitement though, well, I feel courtesy demands that I not be a jerk. At least, I try not to. So, I forced myself to partake in making conversation. I hate conversation, I don’t know why but I do. Like, my boss keeps complaining that I find it very hard to speak. She’d come to this conclusion from the billionth times she’d tried to have a decent conversation with me.

The next day, at the office minding my own very business. Hailey walks into the school. Oh Dear Lord! She too was excited to see me. Well, here we go again. She said, she had applied to have her Teaching Practice done at the school. Honestly? I immediately considered quitting my job. I don’t want to be forced to make conversation, everyday. No!. I like to sit in my office, and pretend to be an Astronaut, lost in space, forgotten, with no one to talk to. Surfing the internet, and stumbling “accidentally” on bad music and porn – well, there’s nothing on the internet, except bad music and porn.

Hakeem obviously was awestruck, when I told him about the “encounter” with my exes’. I could tell, from the way he said; “Guy you date twins, You bad!”, a thousand times. It’s funny how the most morally decadent things pleases him. “Well, I guess, show me your friends and I’ll tell who you are”.

Anyways, the next day. In my rush to leave the office, I locked the keys in. So, I went home, kissed my imaginary girlfriend; Vanessa, ate Jollof rice, saw a movie, slept like a baby.

The next day of course was, “Bring-your-Hacksaw to work day”. So, Hacksaw in hand I headed for the office, straight to my office door, sawed off the locks, and Boom! Open Sesame!. Padlocks are for Pussies!. The rest of that day was pretty much uneventful. I constantly wished I had a cup of hot chocolate, to ease my pain and quiet the voices in my head, but in the absence of that, I was left with surfing the internet, and well, stumbling on.. Yeah! you already know.

Well,