Maybe you should write a book...

I'll always remember my mother saying this to me, and it's this splinter in my mind that has finally spurred me to begin documenting my thoughts and feelings. This will be the chronicle of the places I've been, the people I've met, and all the crazy shit I've experienced along the way. I also have a lot to say about where I'm going, and where I see myself in the game of life.

Where to begin...this is always the hardest part for me. The memories I have are scattered throughout my brain, and sometimes recalling them is not the easiest of tasks. I suppose the best place for me to start is where I am right now.

I live in the bustling metropolis of Vancouver, and unfortunately I am forced to work a day job to pay the rent. I'm engaged to the best man on earth, and we're finally ready to start planning our special day. We've been together now for almost 2 and 1/2 years, the 2nd anniversary of our engagement is fast approaching along with my most special birthday: number 25. I have many comical memories of my time with him so far, all of which have helped to build on my knowledge of men in general. I have many hidden talents, like washing dishes and singing, but one of them gets more cultivation than it deserves due to my enslavement to domesticity. I sometimes like to sing when I do dishes, it helps a little if I'm mad about having to do them. Just because I'm good at washing dishes, doesn't mean I like to do it. I love butter chicken, but had never tasted it in my life until about 8 months ago. 8 Months ago was also when my fiance's friend Akber moved to this city from Toronto. He is now one of our closest and most trusted friends.

I love music more than butter chicken, and have an unfortunate addiction to iTunes. Yes, I BUY my music instead of illegally downloading it from the net. I like to think of myself as a collector of music. Music helps me think, remember, imagine and create. I'm still trying to solidify the soundtrack to my life...but this topic will be for another day.

I like pretty and sparkly things...and expensive things. My fiance tells me all the time that all I do is spend his money. That's only half true, however. I also spend my money. The money I make from the job I am forced to work at to pay the rent.

This is the full circle description of my life. Minus the details - which I'll roll out over time. It's my experiences and feelings that inspired my mom to suggest that I write a book, but just the thought of doing something that involved was enough to stop me from writing at all. Blogging seems like a great solution! Here I can review tidbits and form them into something much greater at a later time. This is how I shall write my book.