I Like To Think Of Myself As A Pure Rebel.

A radical thinker on a musical level.

So tired. Have nothing to offer. Going to bed. Look at this picture of a makeup artist putting coverup on my hickey so that the continuity isn't ruined since someone decided on the night before day two of the shoot to go out and slurp down Hoegardens instead of sleeping like a mature person might. There's nothing like showing up for your 7:00 am call at 7:45 am in sunglasses wearing your hangover like a crown of thorns with "makeout chin" that delightful red rash from stubble friction.

Classy Lady Alert.