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Title: wate, jona
Description: 23, antonia thomas


ROMI LOWE - July 2, 2012 06:34 AM (GMT)
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← EVERYONE HAS A NAME, SO WHAT'S YOURS KIDDO?</i></div><br>
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i'm jona maya wate. you can call me jojo, yaya, whatever you can think of. call me whatever. hell. don't care.
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← WELL THAT'S A NAME FOR YOU. SO HOW OLD ARE YOU?</i></div><br>
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i'm 23. my birthday is april 12th. (smiles) </div><br>

<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← SPEAKING OF BIRTHDAYS, WHERE DID YOU HAVE YOUR FIRST?</i></div><br>
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i'm actually from chicago, illinois, but then i've been all over the states. it was never steady for me, but now, i'm in ashwick. yeah, this fuckhole. </div><br>

<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← SOUNDS LIKE A NICE PLACE. SO TELL ME, WHAT DO YOU LIKE?</i></div><br>
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i love movies. it doesn't matter what the hell they are. they can be good, bad, weird, whatever. i will watch them. they keep my interest. i like to sit in my apartment, in front of the tv with a bowl of ice cream and just eat my life away. (laughs) i always carry my macbook and just type away as well. i'm a writer, so i try my best to make myself famous. (laughs) you'll see myself at coffee shop, look those other losers, type, type, type. i'm a loser. i'm not gonna lie. i really don't have a life honestly. nutella. i love nutella. it's amazing. (smiles) i like good smelling men and women. like if you smell good, i'm gonna be a creeper and just hang out with you and not leave your side. sounds weird yeah? (laughs) but anyways, (waves it off) i like to go out and drink. have a few drinks, a few smokes and just have a good time. good sex. really good sex. if you can handle it, come and get it. (smirks)
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← THOSE ARE GREAT THINGS BUT WHAT DON'T  YOU LIKE HUN?</i></div><br>
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i don't like my parents. they were shitty. my real parents mind you. i don't want anything to do with them. i hate them. i hope my mother is dead and my father (rolls eyes) he probably is since i've never met the bastard. (chews her lip) i really don't have a desire of being friends with someone who thinks that's they're better than everyone else. i don't want that in my life, someone who talks about their selves over and over. how doesn't anyone not get bored with talking about their selves? that shit is annoying. shut the fuck up for once. (shakes her head) i hate reality tv shows. they're fuckin' stupid. what's the point of having them? they don't make any sense. you know that shit is scripted right? most of it is alllll scripted. so for people to think that it's real, you're an idiot .
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← ANY OF THOSE THINGS HAVE TO DO WITH YOUR CHILDHOOD?</i></div><br>
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well i really didn't' even have a childhood. i was bouncing everywhere and anywhere around the states because i really didn't have a family. (shrugs) my mom was a crackhead and my father was a no good. he was just never around. so my mother just basically dropped me off to the foster care since she couldn't take care of me. so i bounced from house to house. it was crazy. i didn't have any solid grounds until i was like eight or nine and then i was taken in by the wates. (nods) they've done a lot for me. like really a lot for me. they gave me a family and love that i need it. i know…i don't fit (laughs) but it really doesn't matter.
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← RIGHT RIGHT, AND WHO WAS PART OF THAT ANYWAYS?</i></div><br>
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there's too many of us to count. there's lot 16 of us. (laughs) crazy yeah? it really is. (shakes her head) we're just one big happy fuckin' family. we're like the kardashians. i think they're trashier than us. (smirks)
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← AH, WELL I BET THEY HAVE A LOT TO DO WITH YOUR HABITS HUH?</i></div><br>
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i chew on my nails a lot when i'm nervous or chew on my lip. i tend to throw stuff too when i get pissed or just yell out cuss words. (shakes her head) call me crazy, but i don't care. i chew on my tongue a lot, like it's a piece of gum, especially when i'm in deep thought. i guess i really don't have many habits. (laughs) ask me later.
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← SO ANYTHING THAT GIVES YOU THE HA BEEBIE JEEBIES?</i></div><br>
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i don't like spiders. i fuckin' hate spiders. i will freak out if i see one. i can't stand small spaces either or heights. (shakes head) or just ending up alone. i don't like that feeling at all. i don't know what the hell i would do.
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← HOW'S THE LOVE LIFE GOING KIDDO?</i></div><br>
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love? i really don't know a thing about love. i'm just now liking my family (laughs) sex is sex. i like sex. (shrugs) i really don't care who i'm with. guy, girl, blue, pink, black, orange. i don't care. i like you. i like you. i don't know what hell i would do if i have ever got myself into a relationship.
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← THAT'S STEAMY, SO LET'S GET PERSONAL COOL WITH YOU?</i></div><br>
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i can be rude. a really really rude. (laughs) i mean i have my moments when i'm a sweetheart. i have to reallllly like you. i just don't like anyone. i'm laid-back, nonchalant, really don't give a shit about anyone. (shrugs) i have moments when i'll socialize and be nice to people for once, but most of the time, i'm sarcastic. i can be a brat. (smiles) i don't care what people would think of me. you can judge me all you want, it won't hurt my feelings. i'm very honest. i'm very emotional too. yes, i'm a chick and i fuckin' cry. (laughs)
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← SPEAKING OF PERSONAL, WHAT'S YOUR SECRET HUN?</i></div><br>
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do i have any secrets? well maybe i do. maybe i don't. (shrugs) it's not like i'm gonna tell you anyways. miss jona actually has a secret. seventeen year old jona lost her virginity to her fifteen year old "brother" ryan. ever since, they've never talked about it and to make the matters a bit worse, jona still has feelings for her little "brother".
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← PROMISE I WON'T TELL. SO WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?</i></div><br>
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my goals? well i want to be a director and writer. i want to do movies. it doesn't matter if it's indie or blockbusters. i just want to direct and write. there's not a lot of black women that are directors. not in my heyday. so i want this to work. so maybe you'll see my name on a movie poster.
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<div style="width:295px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:justify; font-size:12px; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing: -1px;"><i>← WELL THAT SOUNDS GREAT. I GUESS I'LL SEE YA AROUND RIGHT?</i></div><br>
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(shrugs) maybe.
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Hakeem Nasri - July 2, 2012 06:51 AM (GMT)
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