.254 x ugh frickin weirdo

I got a private message or whatever from fungiblefun asking me to friend him/her/it because he has been lurking around my journal and enjoys reading about the struggles of other writers because it gives him 'hope'. Now, if I remember correctly (and I'm not positive I do, but the username sounds very familiar in this way), this is the guy who messaged me when I first started at Hooters and wanted to pay me to keep a journal everyday about the life of a Hooters Girl. Freaking weirdo. I messaged him back pretty rudely and I'm hoping now he'll leave me alone.

My dad also added me as a friend, but I ignored it, and he hasn't said anything about it yet.

Weirdos on the internet. Bah.

Well I made $147 last night and got cut early because I sold $90.65 in merch. And I managed this despite the fact that the kitchen was short two cooks, Juraj looked like he was about to go out of his mind with stress, and the simplest orders of food were taking at least thirty minutes. My tables were very understanding and tipped me well despite this. And Danny and his parents came in, which helped a ton with everything, especially the stress.

But that'll have to be it for now because I overslept and I still need to work on my French project.