Wine rambles

I am feeling dark and broodingy tonight. I'll sit alone in Iowa City with my bottle of wine and feel nothing and everything. My 4 foot christmas tree twinkles from the corner while Alejandro swims frantically. He always swims frantically, or sits on his rock unmoving.

This wine tastes like juice. It's Cranberry, from the Amana Colonies.

I'm generally happy. I mean, I'm kind of failing school, I work 3 jobs, I'm poor. But I'm generally happy. I shouldn't complain. There are people much worse off than me. I have good friends and a boy who loves me and a family who tries their best to support me, so I really can't complain.

Seriously, you need to try this wine.

I am underage. I am underage and drinking and that has made me some important enemies. But damn it, if I'm old enough to vote, to drive, to go to war and die, why can't I have a glass of wine at the end of the day? In the comfort of my own apartment? Let the police knock down my door.

I have a christmas tree. It's small and has a pretty silver star at the top. It has colored lights, but no ornaments. Yet.

I'm getting a new laptop. It's a MacBook Pro and it's pretty and I can't wait.

I'm going bowling now. Goodbye.