I know those black rubber bracelets! I used to buy them at Claire's for like, $5 a pack.
Someone needs to tell this girl that hair extensions are for groupies, not rock stars. At least, not until a rock star gets old and his/her hair starts to fall out from doing too many drugs. Then they're okay.
This summer, four friends make a pact to lose their virginity!
I know those black rubber bracelets! I used to buy them at Claire's for like, $5 a pack.
I like to imagine the speakers are part of her shoes and she's clomping around like "rar, I'm a monster! A terrifying teen sex monster with the power to make you feel uncomfortable! Fear me!"
These were the kinds of shoes the kids with more permissive parents got to wear to NIN shows back in the day. I was SO JEALOUS.
Do you think being a hired gun for Taylor Momsen is the musician's equivalent of "lie back, close your eyes, and think of the multiple vacation homes"?
Oh look, she's on a bed again, posing like she wants to have sex. Sexy sex. With fetishes. Will this little firebrand ever cease to surprise us?
