I admit it has been fascinating watching Lindsay Lohan’s crash, but now the actual burn is kind of painful to look at it. Poor thing has no friends she can really call her own except US Magazine. So, she poured her innards out to the mag about her recent break-up with Sam Ronson. Now her visceral sludge is all over the place. That’s just sad.
Ms. Lohan needs to get her shit together and forget about her love problems because bitches come a dime a dozen and she will find yet another girl/guy to fill her void in no time. She needs to start working on getting her career back. The girl reportedly is broker than broke. She even complained to Nylon that she wasn’t working. It’s true. No one will work with her.
The girl is whoring herself out for any gig she can get from jean commercials to interview after interview divulging personal information. Mama Lohan is no help since she bought her the ticket to get on the train wreck.
All I can say is: I liked Mean Girls. I even saw Freaky Friday a shitload of times. (Chad Michael Murray was in that shit so I had lots of motivation.) At one time, Lohan appeared to be neck and neck with Hilary Duff, but now Lindsay is left to stand in the unemployment line alone.
Poor Lindsay. In the words of the dope all-female band, Magneta Lane, in their song, Ugly Socialite.
Something for all It Girls to remember when you’re out partying. Remember Edie Sedgwick? Shit can get ugly.
And nothing makes whores happier than to see a pretty girl fail.
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