if i lived alone.

Mister Christopher is back, and has been back and it's all been just grand. Except my luck, that is. Through some unfortunate events I ended up with a nail in the side of my tire a few days ago. I drove the forty-five minutes to troy to get new tires, only to have the tire with the nail in it blow two miles from the tire place. Sparkling glee. I changed to my spare, crying only after I got it on there and I was back in the car. What timing. Robbie picked me up and we went to Village Coffee for old time's sake. Sipped apple cider and played catch up. He broke if off with his girl, and I sighed a good riddance. He told me he wants me back and I told him to give me time. He asked if time meant until Chris was gone. I didn't say anything and he said okay. I  haven't thought much about Chris being gone again. And for real this time. I know I don't mean to him what he means to me. He'll have another me within weeks once he gets to Austin. I'm dealing with that I guess. Holly came to see me at work yesterday, I was apprehensive at first but talking to her makes me realize that it's okay to feel. I want to be close to her and find myself wondering, even worrying if she still wants to move to Atlanta, and if she offers again, baby, I've got the itch so deep. My journal was stolen by a girl I was friends with. I hope she found out everything she wanted to know, and I hope it was worth our friendship. It's late and I want the biggest coffee that the cabinets can offer.