From my previous blog, it was about my living with the Pats, Robert, Rambo, and Dustin. Then I was homeless for four months. One of my girlfriends hooked me up with an apartment, some of her other friends were looking for a roommate so I jumped at the chance. Esp the time of the year, I was homeless was around December, it was so cold sleeping in the car! After living there for a month, the girlfriend that helped me out with that apartment, was having troubles with her own live-in boyfriend and she kicked him out. It was so convenient that she was living month to month and she was friendly with her landlord that she got a hook up to transfer from her one apartment to another apartment and she asked me to be her roommate. I choose to live with her after living with strangers for one month LOL but she was just that way I guess. I've known my friend since 2001, when I was a senior in high school and she was a sophomore, so we've been friends for awhile. Her name is Nancy and we just so happen to have the same birthday - August 10. She was so big on zodiac horoscopes, and she lives by that stuff. I was never into that, I always thought the descriptions of the Leo never applied to me. But which for her, it does a lot. I was still with Robert and he was living with the Pats and Dustin and he was telling me that he wanted to move out of there. So after a couple of months living with Nancy, we agreed to have Robert move in to our junior studio apartment. It was getting cozy lolz. Then after awhile, Nancy's sister, Karen moved in and out then her cousin, Johnny moved in. Usually there at most was 4 people living in our junior studio apartment. What's different with our junior studio apartment was that it had a lame-excuse of a wall separating the main room three quarters of the way and there was no door. Nancy and I shared a walk-in closet - my clothes on one side and her clothes on the other side. As a person walks in through the closet, you walk into the bathroom. So whoever we invite over, they have to walk through our closet of clothes (sometimes it can be messy LOL esp on Nancy's side!) to get to the bathroom!
We had our own shenanigans.
We went to Las Vegas to celebrate our birthday together since it was the same day.
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And we went gay clubbing a couple of times.
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Partying it up 80s styles was the thing with Nancy, Johnny & Karen.
Our lifestyle was okay most of the time. Both of our work schedules was opposite so we hardly see each other and we never fight over the bathroom which was a good thing for being roommates with another girl. Nancy works full time at Costco but it would mostly be 2nd shift, but sometimes different hours everyday and even on her days off, she wouldn't be at home either because she would go to her family's house or hanging out with her other friends. Me, I would work all these odd hours because of the inventory jobs that would be sporadic, and the background acting jobs I would get in between the days I don't work the inventory jobs. Then when I would go through these 1 or 2 weeks of no work, I would be so stressed, that I would go back to my modeling. I've been modeling since 2002 and I'm talking about me living with Nancy from February 2009 to March 2011. My work life was hectic sometimes and other times it was really slow. I was really a hustler living the life in LA. I was trying to speed up my money making skills especially I was becoming an old-school veteran in the field of modeling I was in even though the recession has hit everyone in every way possible. The recession has affected all of my jobs that I've had in my life. Less jobs from inventory. More movie/tv productions has left the US or Cali to film in cheaper locations (like Vancouver, North Carolina, New Zealand) so less background acting jobs. Modeling jobs have been reducing their pay and/or moving to other cities/countries where they can get more girls that will do it for cheaper. Like Las Vegas or Miami or Thailand. There were times I was really stressed enough that I was just not thinking and just do risky things that I should have known not to do. But I don't think I should say much details about that. I was working as an independent contractor, trying to find my own work but I found a couple of agents who would help me get new clients as well. At one time, I thought that I was going somewhere with one client, he told me that he needed some help and wanted me to be part of his posse. (He was a celebrity.) But it was mostly talk and he was usually high, stoned, and drunk most of the time. Like, I said, I was trying to up my game and live life to the fullest, but it was getting to be too much. I was even trying things that I haven't done before, like different ways of making money but within the same industry. It was hard to make girlfriends and trusting them to help me go through some things.
Of all my things I have done, I was being careless and I got arrested in 2010 and stayed in the Van Nuys police station for a couple of days and then got transferred to the Los Angeles County Jail. Because this was not my first time but my third time getting arrested, I was considered having 2 warrants (from previous arrests and charges) and some kind of fees that I didn't pay (which I knew I paid off but stupid system). This third time, nobody I knew would bail me out so I stayed for 45 days in county jail which was the worst time of my life. There was crappy, moldy food, a lot of sleeping and laying down. I was thinking about a lot of things. How screwed up I was. How I can never find a full time regular job with taxes taken out, how i always get these temp or part time jobs that wasn't reliable and I'm living in a high cost city. (This was also the time when it was around $5 a gallon too, so most of my driving was 25-45 minutes to go from point A to point B - anywhere, any direction!!) I stopped calling my boyfriend that I had at the time. He still made less money than I was making. But I knew he cared about me. I knew that something had to give. I can't be living like this, getting arrested because of my choice of profession. I divorced my ex-husband in 2006/2007 and I shouldn't be blaming him for my life anymore. It was his fault that I fell into that profession but I chose to stick to it because I felt it was the only thing I know how to do and was making good money because of my youthful looks. I got my GED, but never finished college. I tried trade school but never finished that either. I felt really depressed because I did tried job hunting for the longest time but it was really frustrating and difficult. But I vowed to myself that I am going to make a difference in my life. I don't want to do this anymore. And if I do, it will have to be some place legal like in Reno, NV. I tried to get someone I knew that was working in one of the brothels there to hook me up, but it never went through.
Another thing I wanted to change in my life was my love life. My ex-husband was a dreamer, I was the realist. I wore the pants in the relationship. It was me who brought in the bucks. It was because of mostly my modeling gigs that he still kept the apartment we lived in. When "we" bought my car, the 2004 Honda, he wouldn't let me drive it even though the car was under my name and I had better credit that was why it was under my name. It was me who supported his dream of him becoming an actor and stuntman in the hollywood business. It was getting on my nerves. Then my next boyfriend, we lived together when we lived with Rambo and the Pats and then with Nancy and Johnny/Karen. It was great, he treated me better and loved me more, but financially it was similar to living with my ex-husband. I lived with them four years each. There was several times when Robert couldn't come up with his share of the rent and I had to pay for his portion, I keep on telling him and myself that I did it out of love. But how can I pay his portion so many times and then his car kept on breaking down and I would help him get his car fixed then one time, it got towed and we had to get it out using my savings that I had. I'm not the type of person to kick somebody out because I;ve had enough. I knew that he wouldn't have any place to go so eventually I decided to eliminate myself out of the picture.
My cousin in Kansas City kept on telling me to move in with her. My other cousin in CT was telling me to move back home to live with them too. Both of them tried telling me this when I was homeless. Both of them tried telling me again after I got out of jail the third time around. I had to think about the pros and cons of living in Kansas City, CT and Cali. So I decided to move to Kansas City to be close to my dad and his brother's family. My two cousins being like my sisters but I haven't lived near them since 1996.
That would be the next blog. Til next time. Laters!
