so, i fulfilled my dream of reading the lindsay lohan piece in vanity fair. when i finished, i closed the magazine (because, honestly, what else do i care about in VF?) with a sense of satisfaction. lindsay, it seemed to me, had come around and was turning back into the spunky starlet that i once actually liked. with her dramatic flair, she had confessed to being a rail-blowing, card-maxing, chunk-hurling whack job who craves attention just as much as anybody else. plus, with a little meat on her, she's hot again.but sadly, it wouldn't stay that way. yesterday (or the day before, i think), that whack job went and took it all back. she (/her publicist) issued a statement (to teen people, of all places) saying VF "misused and misconstrued" her statements.
too bad, babycakes. you were thisclose to being cool in my book. now you're just another skanky snowflake in the blizzard of trashy, vapid celebrity bullshit.
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