Another scientific hire, or were you going to talk about the clamoring? You type so many dumb thoughts that I was unsure of what you would put next. What's like to look in the mirror and see failure? How's it feel to know that you wanted to be a part of a team that didn't want you? How's it feel to go to bed with Esperion being the last thing on your mind, and the first thing on it when you wake up? Better yet, what's it like to be so obsessed with a grown man that you anxiously await his replies to your posts, or to become obsessed with his colleagues that don't know anything about you? It's sad to see how much you comment on their appearances, when you probably buy your clothes at the same place that you buy your gas. You're a walking punchline.
You have plenty of free time so think about what you will type, and come back with a more clever retort. Wanker!
