In our last piece on Taylor Momsen, which was complimentary, Jessica entreated her to "enjoy the [lack of wailing] as long as it lasts."
Well, I hope it was a soothing four days for her. Although the thing is, I don't even think I have that much of a problem with the dress -- it's kind of funky, if alarmingly boobalicious on a kid who isn't old enough to vote, much less drink. But the MAKEUP. DEAR GOD. The words to that song are engraved on my brain. It goes to the tune of "Where Are You, Christmas?" which Taylor up there ought to know since she sang it on film.
Where are you, light switch?
Why can't I find you?
Why have you gone away?
It's too dark to tell
Whether I look like hell
Is my makeup putrescent and heavy?
Where are you, face wash?
Do you remember
The girl you used to clean?
You can undo my errors
So I'm not a terror.
Did I lose you
Or did you leave?
Well, I hope it was a soothing four days for her. Although the thing is, I don't even think I have that much of a problem with the dress -- it's kind of funky, if alarmingly boobalicious on a kid who isn't old enough to vote, much less drink. But the MAKEUP. DEAR GOD. The words to that song are engraved on my brain. It goes to the tune of "Where Are You, Christmas?" which Taylor up there ought to know since she sang it on film.
Where are you, light switch?
Why can't I find you?
Why have you gone away?
It's too dark to tell
Whether I look like hell
Is my makeup putrescent and heavy?
Where are you, face wash?
Do you remember
The girl you used to clean?
You can undo my errors
So I'm not a terror.
Did I lose you
Or did you leave?
