Nobody should be as inept as social interaction as I. What do you do when people insist you are talented and you just want to tell them to go shove it because their sadly mistaken faith in your nonexistant talents only serves to rub it in that a lifetime of mediocrity awaits you round the bend?

I have recently concluded that most acquaintences have expiry dates. You can continue to meet them daily after the expiry date's past but it will have all the pungent flavour of continuing to drink expired milk. I'm full of lame analogies like that these days, so I'll shut up now until I actually have something interesting to write about.

I've waited here for you, everlong.