American Apparel model?

I decided I will become an American Apparel model, although lately I have been hearing awful stuff about the brand and about it’s founder, Dov Charney. Like : “They have great stuff, but the price is not so great for what it is” or “the owner of American Apparel is a sleazy mother f***er” or “They are going doooown!” or “they never pay their models”. Now I do agree with some of this, like the prices, they should be cheaper AND the models SHOULD GET PAID considering they are on billboards and magazines and on-line everywhere. I know it’s exposure for them, but that kind of exposure should be paid.

So Dov Charney: do you want a hot latin petite model for your American Apparel ads? Well here I am, BUT don’t think I will do you any “special favors” because i’m not that kind of girl AND you will have to pay me for the photo shoot.

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A snowbird in Nicaragua

Winters are rough in NYC (I’m so glad it’s finally over this year!) Miami Beach is awesome when in season, but been there, done that, loved it, but always need a new “challenge” in my life. How about going home HOME? Like home where I grew up and where my parents and where my whole blood family lives and is from? Home where all my middle and high school friends are grown up, married with children and have stable predictable lives. THE central american country that I can call MY HOME and where I have not lived at for a longer period of 2 months since I was 17 years old. That place where people can’t live without thier maids, chauffer, gardner, guard, nannies, steaks, rum, and mistresses YET it’s the 2nd poorest country in the western hemisphere. Where time stands still, yet young women dress like old ladies and fashion is hardly possible. Yes, that is my HOME and I am me because of that place. My sense of humor and a lot of my thought process is influenced by my Home: Nicaragua.
“Ok… DONE! I’m spending winter where it’s not winter and I can spend a lot of time in beautiful sunny solitary beaches. I’m going home and see what I learn about mysel!” And so I did for the last 6 months and it sure is a rare and beautiful funny little country I would recommend the world to go see despite its political absurdity (political people in Nica are a joke! Nothing to be afraid of there. No offense to my friends’ parents who run the cabinet, but it’s the truth). After being in NYC surrounded by those crowded noisy streets in its jungle of buildings with so many people running around you in this fast and dirty rat race, Nicaragua was a sanctuary! Time, space, and natural beauty is endless in this green virgin jungle. The world today is fighting for global warming to maintain and be able to see one day a place like Nicaragua, my home.

Manhattan apartment – Crazy Landlord

I found this amazing first floor walk up apartment located in Herald Square. Apartment is furnished and has a cute lil’ chimney that works, hard wood floors, high ceilings, small kitchen AND best of all, it has an Illy espresso machine (I’ve always wanted one) – it’s considered to be a 1 bedroom converted apartment, which means it is a one bedroom apartment where part of the living room had a wall built in to form another bedroom, but you can’t even tell, and as long as I am living in Manhattan and NOT in Brooklyn (no offense to people who lived in Brooklyn, I also lived there and it’s nice and hip, but you gotta admit the commute sucks!).

HOWEVER, there is a catch to renting this wonderful cute affordable Manhattan apartment! Tell me if this is weird or not because I did find this on Craig’s List: my landlord, an italian decent, tall, handsome, BIG man in his early 40′s which claims he is a movie producer, asked me to put picture frames on the chimney of him and some kids, (I think the kids are his, although he saids they are his nephews) and old black and white photographs of his mother and father. I put them away once because I think picture frames on the chimney is a bit cheesy, for it’s just not my style, but he came in to fix the cable and he insisted I put them up which I told him I thought it was strange, but “oh well” I thought to myself “you get for what you pay for”!

Oh, and another  weird thing about him is that he said I wasn’t allowed to bring guys into the apartment – LOL – WIERDO! For me it’s simple, I’ll just tell him “YES” to his request, but at the end of the day, I do whatever I want! HeeeHeee (witch cackle)