Office Paper

I currently owe Sallie Mae so much in students loans that I'm embarrassed to say how many commas she uses when she sends me my statements.

So that leads to this post.  Since I graduated from college and while I wait for the fame and fortune that comes with an art degree, I've had to get an office job.  I've tried to massage those muscles on that side of the brain, but they are suffering from atrophy.  For instance, I had to spell check atrophy. I mean thats a big word like gymnasium and mayonnaise.  (here is how I spell gymnayzium without spell checker and I still don't believe mayo has two "n"s in it.)

 I sit at a computer all day. The only art I get to do for the day is paint a smile on my face.  Today its Picasso. It's not that bad, just trying to add some dramatic effect.  I actually work with some great people, and they are all artists too, trying to figure out how to fix the paper jam. 

So these two images show how my enviornment (fuck it, I'm not spell checking enviornment!) is affecting me. There is paper everywhere in my office. On the walls, under me, in front of me, behind me, in the recycling bin, in the trash bin cause sometimes I don't recycle, just to be an office rebel. Maybe that paper belongs in the regular trash!

I have one question for you.  Since you are reading this, does that mean I am blogging you right now?