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	<title>Comments on: Brutally honest personals</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Name: Melissa K
Age: 30
Height: 5"11
Weight: 150-160? - My scale is broken b/c I threw it at my ex's head.
Occupation: Unemployed Scientist (read: clandestine chemist)
Last time had sex: Can't remember, because I was either too drunk or stoned.

As a boozy, Amazonian dominatrix, I put the "freak" into control-freak. My rage attacks are the stuff that legends are made of, so make sure you do it my way the first time. Although I am the life of the party, largely due to my drug habit, the night invariably ends with me in tears, as I have lots of issues and baggage, real and imagined. This feature couples nicely with my OCD "counting" tendencies. Despite the fact I am a chronic underachiever, I think that I am smarter than you, and will let you know it. I cannot refrain from talking during movies, sorry. I am rarely in the mood for sex, because I always have a stomach-ache. Unless I am drunk, of course.

Redeeming qualities: Your mom will love me because I will tell her all your secrets. Your dad will love me because I will flirt with him shamelessly. You will love me because I make a good lemon-meringue pie.


Anyone interested?
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Name: Melissa K<br />
Age: 30<br />
Height: 5&#8243;11<br />
Weight: 150-160? - My scale is broken b/c I threw it at my ex&#8217;s head.<br />
Occupation: Unemployed Scientist (read: clandestine chemist)<br />
Last time had sex: Can&#8217;t remember, because I was either too drunk or stoned.</p>
<p>As a boozy, Amazonian dominatrix, I put the &#8220;freak&#8221; into control-freak. My rage attacks are the stuff that legends are made of, so make sure you do it my way the first time. Although I am the life of the party, largely due to my drug habit, the night invariably ends with me in tears, as I have lots of issues and baggage, real and imagined. This feature couples nicely with my OCD &#8220;counting&#8221; tendencies. Despite the fact I am a chronic underachiever, I think that I am smarter than you, and will let you know it. I cannot refrain from talking during movies, sorry. I am rarely in the mood for sex, because I always have a stomach-ache. Unless I am drunk, of course.</p>
<p>Redeeming qualities: Your mom will love me because I will tell her all your secrets. Your dad will love me because I will flirt with him shamelessly. You will love me because I make a good lemon-meringue pie.</p>
<p>Anyone interested?</p>
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