
That is Lindsay Lohan’s mother. And she too is a whore.
I met her when I went to a Dave Matthews lung cancer benefit at MSG with Mike. Samantha Ronson was spinning and as soon as I saw her, I obsessed about meeting her and then essentially made Mike ask her if it was okay that we get a picture together. And then I started talking to her even though she was visibly drunk.
Me: I don’t know what people are talking about. You’re a great mom.
Dina: Oh thaaaaaaank you. You know these paparazzi are everywhere and they just want to ruin my life.
Me: I know all about it. And your ex-husband – what a mess. WHAT A MESS. You were voted Mother of the Year on Long Island even though your kids set the house on fire. Was he? No.
Dina: Oh, yeah. You know about that. I’m so happy someone is on our side. The paps hate us.
Me: Yeah. I watch your show. And you’re fucking awesome. So is Lindsay and Ali. It’s that ex-husband of yours.
Then she asked that we take more pictures together and asked me not to post this on my myspace.
I obliged.
Anywho, there is a warrant out for Lindsay’s arrest for being a drug addict whore. Then Lindsay denied there was a warrant and then the LAPD un-denied her denial and said that yes, we want her. And she’s been fighting with her terrible DJ of a girlfriend and it’s all a mess. Apparently the paps were stalking their house and saw it all go down. I’ll post the video tomorrow as I am sure there will be one.
I know its hard to get better when you get so low but this is a shame. Lindsay needs to go to jail and come out and Nicole Ritchie herself. Seriously. Get yourself together.
And if you’re wondering whether or not I smoked at this lung cancer benefit, the answer is yes. Some dude I met outside gave me half his j (awesome, right?) and we smoked as Dave sang some song I know I hated. Then I chased it with a cig.
Mike – we need more of these nights.

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