



Let The Right One In...
Here’s a photo from last night of Lindsay Lohan literally trying to break her way into Samantha Ronson’s house…
This is something nobody wants to see at their front gate.
Imagine being awakened from your slumber that oh-so-familiar gurgling and screeching outside, and knowing it’s “her” again… ?
I like how the paparazzi actually got a photo of her knocking and lying into the intercom about who’s at the door.
I’m pretty sure the exchange went something like this…
Lindsay: “Knock-knock…”
Sam: “Who’s there?”
Lindsay: “Um, can I talk to Samantha Ronson?”
Sam: “Yes, I’m Samantha Ronson…”
Lindsay: “Um, UPS, you’re package is here…”
Sam: “What package… it’s 3:30 am…”
Lindsay: “Oh, you’re CD is here! Hooray! Open the door, please…”
Sam: “What CD?!”
Lindsay: “The one you ordered, hooray!! Can I come in?”
Sam: “I’m sorry, but it’s very late…”
Lindsay: “Sam? It’s me….”
Sam: “Who?”
Lindsay: “Um… your friend…”
Sam: “Which one?”
Lindsay: “Ummmm, I think it’s better if I don’t say… I mean, it’s not your friend… it’s the person who loves you…”
Lindsay: “No… not your Nana, but yourrrr…..”
Sam: “Cigarettes?”
Lindsay: “Yes, this is your little cigarette with red hair…”Sam: “Oh, hi little cigarette! You work for UPS?!”
Lindsay: “Sam! It’s not a cigarette, it’s Lindsay!”
Sam: “…….”
Lindsay: ”Sam!”
Sam: “……..”
Lindsay: “Sam? I can hear you breathing….”
Sam: “…. Um, this is the butler. Sam not home and she isn’t breathing, she exploded last week…”


“They are all his children,” says the former Jackson 5 member. “Blanket is Michael’s, I can tell. Those eyes don’t lie. Them eyes are Michael over again. I see a lot of Michael in him. Prince looks just like my grandfather. There’s no question they are Michael’s. They are 100% his. The kids are like three peas in a pod. They remind me of me and my brothers when we were growing up.”

Well, it finally happened. It seems like Mischa Barton’s been having a pretty tough time since the O.C. got cancelled. I mean, just those cellulite shots alone. YIKES! Anyhoo, she cracked up today. It’s pretty sad really. I mean she has quite the reputation for being not-so-nice but maybe it’s because the only thing she’s eaten in the last 4 years is the plastic bag her 8-balls come in. One time I ate a shiny, red Christmas ball and I’m still smiling… True story.
