Introduction

You can call me KiKi. No this is not my real name; KiKi is the alter ego that has come to take more and more of an existence as my days are spent surrounded by the falsities of appearance.

I moved to Las Vegas a different person than I am today. All of my roles, so to speak, have changed since I arrived in sunny Las Vegas. I came to Vegas as a ripe 21 year old, married, and a first time homeowner. Yet, this town isn't known as the City of Sin without cause. After only a few short months of my so-called 'new beginning' with my husband, I learned he was having an affair. Needless to say, we were divorced shortly after. My new beginning became a fresh start.

You will learn more about my first years here as time goes on, for now just call me KiKi.

PreFace

I've long been scribbling passages into countless diaries; withholding my mind's innermost secrecy to fall upon deaf ears. As life continues to happen, every moment, I feel that if not for the sake of writing, but for the sake of expression, my revelations in life should be documented.

I'm originally from Chicago - the city of big shoulders, the windy city. The abundance of culture and life of the city is what causes me to forever call Chicago home. I'll touch on this more as I go on... but something that I've come to realize, is that true culture - whether it be art, history, music, whatever... is rare in reality.

It's said (or believed) that the manner in which you were raised develops the path in which you walk later in life. I grew up in a seemingly normal family. I'm the youngest, my parents are still married, and I went through the normal means of high school and college. But everyone's story is different.

My story begins past the trials and tribulations of adolescent melodramas. My story begins in the second year of living in the City of Sin, after adapting and conforming to the societal prescription of idols. This is my story of a Beautiful life.