$500 tip.

I'll wirte a quick one before Dad gets here.

I got tipped $500 last night. I hate my life, I gave $150 of it away. Fuck I wish Marty wouldn't fuck around and joke like that. I wouldn't have fucking given it out.  And if I was going to I would have given it to Emma. So annoying.

Karly's right. I should stop spending all my money and just save. But it's so hard. And fucking parking. I wonder if I can get a car park at work.

I need to get laid. Even time I go to work I'm more interested and keen on, who I'm going to flirt with next. I wonder if we can ever hook up. Nothing several drinks can't fix. I wonder if I should train it in there.

I got to remember to ask Marty about WKD's. They're so good.

My god hurry up Dad.

Fuck I hope that guy comes back tonight so badly. AND I hope that Marty puts me in there. They need to be put in somewhere where they have their own bar, so I'm not waiting for the fucks to make the drink. Now I sort of wish I could make drinks. I mean, I can make a vodka pineapple. Vodka lemon and lime can't be all that hard. I've got to wear my glasses too. They make me look hotter.

Why doesn't George come up and just hang out with me randomly and chat. Cunt.

Is he up himself or shy or...
Fuck boys are too much effort.

Alrighty. I am off.