Post by savannah munroe on Aug 17, 2009 18:43:30 GMT -5
SAVANNAH CALICO MUNROE
seventeen , high school student , talkative
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yo, yo, yo! the name is steff and i'm living life as a female. i haven't really been on this planet for far too long since i'm only sixteen. for six years of that time i've spent it doing this. i've totally read the rules, too. or else i wouldn't know that your ass is mine
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[/size]HELLO! LET'S START OUT WITH SOMETHING EASY. WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR PRETTY FACE?
yo, home dog! well, my name is savannah calico munroe. i was named after my grandma, which is a-okay with me because that lady is bomb. my middle name is really random, obviously. it's not something i would ever go by because it's so dang random. my father was really all dung-ho for the art stuff and his favorite artist who was some unknown dude.. yeah, his last name was calico. i'm not sure how he convinced my mother to let him even give me a middle name like that, but whatever. i go by sav or s or hannah or ana or whatever else people can come up with. honestly, i like savannah better than anything. but, do what you want with it.
WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU BORN? DO YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT?
[/size][/right]i was born may first, seventeen years ago. so, i'm not exactly an adult, but i'm not a baby either. i was born here in new jersey. so, this is totally my home and i don't really plan on leaving except for traveling. but, you know, no big deal. i was a planned kid, so that's always good. can you tell i have nothing to say about this? because i don't. my parents didn't give me a play by play of the day i was born. so, sorry. but, i think i'm pretty grateful for that. noooot gonna lie.
YOU KNOW I HAVE TO ASK THIS.. WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING? MEN, WOMEN?... MAYBE BOTH?
[/size][/right]totally into the men and that's that.
MOVING ON TO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE.. WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO SEE YOU SMILE?
[/size][/right]i like photography, art, painting, sketching, playing guitar, going to concerts, flirting, talking, texting, going to parties, dancing, hanging with friends, sleepovers, laughing, music, singing, relationships, hookups, sex, love, holding hands, alcohol, chatting online, going out to see movies, soda pop, magic tricks, candy, ice cream, not talking about myself as much as i am now.
NOW, WHAT EXACTLY WOULD I HAVE TO DO TO GET YOU PISSED AND UPSET? NOT THAT I PLAN ON IT.
[/size][/right]i hate boys who are stubborn and can't admit things, abuse, racism, sexism, being alone, the quiet, hangovers, hookups, alcohol, drugs, crying, bad music, judgmental people, people who don't try, breaking up, relationships, being indoors for long periods of time, being tired, being on the computer for long periods of time, odd numbers, the highway, talking about myself as much as i am now.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO WITH YOURSELF? YOU KNOW, THOSE THINGS CALLED 'GOALS'?
[/size][/right]first things first, i want to get somewhere with my photography. i like music and art, but it's nothing to me compared to photography. if i don't do something with my life, i know i won't be happy. i also want to find a guy who will treat me right. that's all i want. to be happy and doing what makes me happy.
HOW IS YOUR LOVE-LIFE RUNNING? I'M ALWAYS DOWN FOR SPICING IT UP....
[/size][/right]i'm actually single right now. i have been for a short while. it's no big deal. i guess you could say i'm more of a hook-up kind of girl, but i'm not even into that all that much either. sometimes it just ends up happening from drinking too much. does it break me down? no. i don't even really care. i think i could make a relationship work, it's just that things always seem to get so damn complicated before a relationship with someone can even arrive. i don't know. i just don't rush into anything like that. i tend to fall too hard and then i just get hurt. my most recent boyfriend was beau. we were together for a few solid months, but i couldn't take it anymore. you wouldn't be able to either if your boyfriend was hitting you. i've learned from my mistakes.
NOW TELL ME ABOUT THAT FAMILY OF YOURS. HOW WELL DO THINGS RUN THERE? IS IT JUICY?
[/size][/right]my parents are two pretty bomb people. except not really. my dad's name is jared and he's forty-five now. my mom's name is jacqueline and she's forty-three. my dad was twenty-eight when they had me and my mom was only twenty-six. so, they were still pretty young. they got married before having me. a good three years before having me, actually. they were just one of those people that didn't want to wait to have a family. they're a beautiful couple. completely and utterly full of love, even to this day. i love seeing them together, because they still act like they did around one another when they first met. i mean, i know i wasn't there when they first met, but you catch my drift. i guess you could say we have a pretty good relationship. i used to run to my dad with a lot of problems, but he's just impossible to talk to about things. any guy that's involved in my life, he just refuses to approve of. my mom and i were never that close when it came to my personal matters. they think i'm this really responsible chick, so whenever i want to leave the house they just mutter a goodbye and i'm off. sometimes i wish that the love the two of them shared for each other was spread around the house a bit more, because i can't remember the last time we all just sat down as a family and hung out. it's whatever. i love them. they're my parents, i have to. i love animals, too! i only have one little yorkie though. his name is muffins. yeah, i know right? who the hell names their dog muffins? i do, so shut the fuck up.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST, ANY SECRETS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME? MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
[/size][/right]secrets.. well, if it stays between me and you i guess i could spill a few. i've shoved my finger down my throat a few times because of the issues i have with my weight. i know i'm not huge.. well, i try to convince myself that. all the time. but, then i just fuck up. i'll be at home alone one night and some thought will come breaking through my mind and i'll get stressed out and binge on anything around me in the kitchen. i hate myself for it and if anyone ever found out i don't know what i would do. and beau hurting me. i never told anyone about it. i don't know.. what if he changes and then that's held over his head? ugh. whatever.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY STEFF. HOLLA!
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