Congratulations, you’re Paris Hilton now.
Here’s a completely shit-hammered Taylor Momsen stumbling around London last night because nothing says dark and edgy like needing someone to rub your head before you vomit absinthe all over your Hot Topic boots. No, really, she’s entered an entirely original plane of existence never before seen by us square “conformists.”
“What’s this? Imbibing of alcohol? How entirely detached from the mainstream!” said absolutely no one.