Hello there. I'm Christine Hamm, a newbie. Thank you Andrew for asking me to join this wonderful group blog. My first venture is a bit rough, but here it is.
We'd all kill for a little light. Someone on the second floor stashed their vitamin D in OUR refrigerator. Who else sees the skull in the sky above the hotdog cart on east 14th Street?
We crowd around the one office window, quarrelling over who will lick it clean this time. What I need is the Complete Idiot's guide to the Eyes in the Back of My Head. Do you think you can remember this for tomorrow? The tension in the women's potty is as thick as the cat-choking mist of hairspray. You could cut it with a plastic fork like all the old farewell cakes.
I lost the post-it telling me where I am. As for the previous assistants, sometimes I visit their graves, sometimes their graves visit me. It's hard to see the screen with all these ghosts; when's the exterminator coming? It said bad file/corrupted, but I hadn't even touched it yet. I wouldnt eat that, if I were you. ---------------
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What do you think about the line and stanza breaks?