angry

paper

Cami Kaos

23 Aug 2007 — 1 min read

It's getting worse, not better.As we move farther into the digital age where almost anything and everything can be done on line I get more and more and more junk mail in my mailbox.I'm talking about the tree eating paper form of Spam people.Sure it may not be asking me if I feel the need to increase the size of my penis but how many ads per week to I need for a new laptop, cheap pizza and photos of my kid. How many credit cards do we really need because I swear to you the week is not complete if we do not get a minimum of 3 credit card applications. Usually it's more like 50.Then there are the cable ads. From our own cable company. The telephone ads. The telephone service adds. Internet access too.I am sick of spending my valuable time being pandered to. I am sick of the shredding and mountains of waste. I spent over an hour yesterday shredding junk mail. Wasted time. Wasted paper. Wasted irritated Cami.Those are my 2 cents for today. Want an even angry 2 cents? Go say hello to my dad. He's angry today too, and rightfully so.

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