Lindsay - the best

It's not that I'm stalking Lindsay Lohan, because I am quite certainly too busy for that. If I had more time, maybe I would. Maybe I shouldn't say that. Oh well. It's just that I love her so much. I don't know what it is...she's so magnetic and fantastic.

I vow to create a new, trendy religion that I will call Lohanism. It will involve a symbolic Hermes bag (not unlike the red Kaballah string), a daily breathing ritual (modelled after coke inhaling sniffs) and a lot of club hopping. It's very superficial. She would love it.

Here is our goddess at a couple of events:

GQ Poker party:
Some idiot reporter actually asked her about the Brandon Davis incident(s). She didn't answer, and I'm really happy for her. She (and her publicist) have really taken the high road here, ignoring this shit left, right & centre. Good for her.

Also, I am not into that Boy George hat. But she's still hotness.

One thing I don't get about this event is the fact that it is in, what seems to be, someone's closet.

At some club in LA:
I know that look. It's a very washed out, exhausted, drug look. Woman needs to visit a spa, eat some very healthy shit and drink loads of water. No one should have lips that colour.