I do lament that more of my writing implements don't smell like sugar cookies.
Because your cubemate wants nothing more than to hear the same four songs repeated over and over all day long.
Sorry tower, I have to flip you over to drink my tea. No slight against the French, promise.
Though usually the flame goes under the cauldron, I'm not gonna complain. I'm gonna pretend I'm Severus Snape and yell at my imaginary students.
You're looking mighty foxy today. Something about your ears...
Just try to avoid the impulse to sneeze. Just you try!
Drink out of these mugs over the holidays pointedly in front of your parents when you fly home to visit. Maybe they'll learn how to text.