You should not assume, just because I sit behind a desk, that I know anything at all.
I like you very very much (aside from the artichoke-heart part of you), but I do wish that you were a little faster about making your appearance. I'm hungry.
Dear The Sims,
You are an evil, evil addiction. I love you.
Thank you. I didn't feel like washing my car. But I do wish you'd tell the wind to stop knocking down the Plumerias.
I stole your format and your lovely sign-off for the weather. Please forgive me. And remember that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.