Our apartment is overrun with pieces of paper. Junk mail, receipts, bills, utility stubs, “documents” and “statements.” Document this statement – “Paper sucks.” We will never need/use 99.999% of it ever. I hate paper. I’m not talking about books, magazines, or other forms of printed collateral. If it’s pretty AND purposeful, it’s ok – but it must be both. All other forms just feed the flames of my indignation.
THANK YOU! GAAAAAH! I feel as though my purpose in life has been reduced to moving piles of paper from one end of the apartment to the next and from tabletop to desk to tabletop again. 50% of it is envelopes that we haven’t even OPENED: “try this insurance, it’s awesome, COUPON CARNIVAL, apply for me. i’m a GREAT credit card. seriously. i’m a good one. go for it.” when that stupid neon coupon carnival envelope comes EVERY WEEK, I just want to slp the person in charge of it.
I feel like i’m drowning.