Saturday, May 27, 2006
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Last night I was told I look 'young, tender, and plush."  Plush?!?!  I sound like carpeting.

Then yesterday I was at a public place when the manager came up and started talking with me. He put his hand on my back as he spoke to me and kept it there.  I don't know about you, but this action oozed of creepiness. Especially because I have no clue who he is.