Blah Blah Blah Got a Letter

I got a letter from my bank today, a letter wishing me a happy 18th birthday. I thought I was bad with birthdays, they can't even get the month right. I should send a letter back saying "Congratulations, you're adopted!" That actually sounds like a bad idea now that I've typed it out. There must be some kind of law against that. I just looked at the envelope and the letter came from Michigan, they must already be in December or something. But its the thought that counts, not in Hamlet's opinion but in everyone else's. But Hamlet is dead, so he can't yell at people for not taking action or talk to himself about suicide. Because I'm almost positive he would get his knickers in a twist about my bank sending me a letter. Hamlet and I are pretty close. Like always this blog has been completely pointless and a waste of time. Finding anything important to say is becoming extremely difficult anymore. I haven't looked at any of the other blogs but I'm pretty sure they all sound like this, completely stupid. They probably don't complain as much as me but whatever, I can complain if I want to, and I definitely want to complain. Complaining is the only thing I'm good at. So get used to it "O Grade Giver," there's a lot more complaining where this came from.