Hopelessly crunkOther than the overly plumped lips, it's like last year all over again. At least she had the sense to pretend to be sleepy. She's still got her orange Kool-Aid moustache, but someone needs to tell her the spray tan needs to go on the back, too. God, she looks about 45, doesn't she?
Lindsay can try to use her fame-whoring parents' latest antics as an excuse for partying down in NYC this weekend, but perhaps that's part of the problem: if she doesn't accept responsibility for her behavior, she might as well go back to Merrick and blow rails with Mommy the way she used to. It sure would make White Oprah's day.
Lately Lindsay has returned to her obsession with her butchy little "sober companion", Samantha Ronson, and is not about to let anyone get in the way of their bond. At the Beatrice Inn Friday night Lindsay flipped out when Ashley Olsen stopped by the DJ booth to say hi to Little Man Sam, screaming, "Get your 15-year-old 'Full House' ass away from my girlfriend!" Perhaps Sam was miffed at her behavior, because at her gig the following night she pointedly ignored her Grey Goose-swilling, has-been pal. Hey, somebody's got to be the breadwinner.