For my maiden post on my newly established blog, I wanted to talk a little bit about why I decided to create this blog in the first place.

With one phone call from an old acquaintance of mine in early April, my circumstances changed drastically. My life went from teetering on the mundane to a lifestyle most people only dream of having. I went from sipping on Poland Spring, to expertly downing bottles of Rosé and still being able to keep my wits about me. I graduated from shots of José Cuervo and became matriculated in the Patron lifestyle.  I upgraded my existence, from living vicariously through stories of other, more fortunate people than myself to having people fully enthralled in my various tales of the self destructively delicious party life… the fast life.

In an almost surreal outer body experience, I watch from the sidelines as I change as a person. No longer playing it safe from the sidelines, but fully engulfed in the huddle. I have gone from ‘sitting in the cut’ to being the life of the party, all eyes on me. I’ve upgraded from spending nights alone, in my king sized bed, with nothing to keep me warm but my glow in the dark vibrator to sleeping music industry heads… of which I am not ashamed. Why should I be? I’m an attractive, 24 year old SINGLE woman, without a care in the world. I have subscribed to the belief of doing what I want, when I want and however I want it, with whomever. I choose to worry about the issues that may arise from my self destructive conduct at a later date. Living in the moment is my new mantra, satiating my Id is my new hobby. I choose to willingly turn off my superego, doing only what feels good, and doing only what my body craves, which may not be moral in the eyes of others. Morality aside, I’m the one that has to live my life, and I choose to do it on MY own terms.

There is a monster inside of me now. It’s appetite grows more voraciously by the day. I am consumed by it’s hunger, devoured by it’s need, overwhelmed by its addictive personality. It’s the monster of the Party and it takes no prisoners.

xoxo,

P. Monster