I'm from the land of all that glitters, moved to the land where it seems like nothing at all is gold. If you don't know this face, I'd go about committing it to memory, 'cause it's the best damn thing you're going to see in a long while.

I studied some acting after high school and that was a'ight, but there are somethings in life that even I'm not meant to do. Too much work in all of that, memorizing and scripts and blocking and shit that I just don't want to deal with. After all I decided against it, I packed up my shit and moved my sweet little butt up to the city that never sleeps, New York. And I've been here ever since. Believe me, it's not as desperate as it sounds, I'm actually kick ass. It's gotten me in trouble more than a few times. I tried to get a few jobs modeling but since nothing has exactly came about yet, well, I gotta work like the rest of the poor people in this town.

I worked with this kick ass dude named Blaine Anderson, yeah, that name I'm sure you've heard of and we got along just swell. But in all seriousness, he's my bro for all intensive purposes. But I've lost that job since then, apparently people don't like it when you get pissed and throw their coffee at them. Not my fault. They asked how hot it was, I was just letting them know.

I have a Latina temper, what can I say? And I'm not ashamed of it at all. That's something I inherited from some pretty awesome people in my life. But if you have a problem with it, please, come say it to my face and I'll show you just how stupid you are and how humiliated you'll be.

As of now I'm working two equally shitty jobs where I still get treated like crap most of the time. I work at Per Se, stupid ass name if you ask me but at least it gives me an excuse to wear my slutty heels with a nice outfit. And on the other end I work at a shit hole of a place named Murray's as a bartender.

And that's the story of Santana motherf'ing Lopez.