We met Lindsay Lohan in the garden of the Chateau Marmont hotel in Hollywood. We had a margarita. She had aâ€¦beverage.
Can we tell people weâ€™re doing this interview in the menâ€™s room at Yankee Stadium?
Yes. And tell them that weâ€™re dating.
Does it make you sad that celebrity magazines never write about you?
It does. I really wish they would do more. Iâ€™m trying to become friends with all the cool famous people, the ones that go to clubs all the timeâ€”try to get into those tabloids a little more.
Tell me about an average day in the life of Lindsay Lohan.
It starts out with a 5 a.m. hike through Runyon Canyon to watch the sunrise. Then I go outside, and I try to find the paparazzi. I go down to Robertson Boulevard, try and search for them, find them, and bring them food.
And then what do you do at night?
Well, of course, Iâ€™m sitting at the computer all night.
Have you ever read anything interesting about yourself on the Internet?
No. I wish theyâ€™d be clever and make something up for me.
Thereâ€™s some interesting stuff about you. Irocman39 in Skokie, Illinois, says youâ€™re the â€œsmokinest woman on the face of the earthâ€â€”
God bless him.
â€”and that he wouldnâ€™t kick you out of bed for eating saltines.
I donâ€™t eat. Donâ€™t you people know? Itâ€™s all about anorexia and bulimia nervosa.
After computer time, when do you go to bed?
No later than 9:30 p.m.â€”ever. On a good night, itâ€™s eight fifteen.
And to top it off, she looks damn hot in the photo shoot. She only spends about half of the shots giving the camera her patented I’m-Lindsay-Lohan-and-I-am-confused-and-surprised-by-my-surroundings look. And I love her shoes. That has never happened.