Lindsay Lohan or the person pretending to be Lindsay Lohan on Facebook has taken me along for a ride on her emotional rollercoaster of a life. It all started when I read that she had a Facebook account and didn’t bother lookin’ for her because I spent too much time talking to a fake Lohan on mysapce a couple of years ago an it never led to my dream of watching her shower on webcam, so I just ignored it because I am playing hard to get.

Either way, she reached out to me and sent me a random message making me realize the person was fake and pretending to be Lohan but gave me a bit of an egoboost regardless because I have nothing going on in life and people rarely add me to Facebook, so it was nice knowing that someone eager enough to pretend to be Lohan knew who I was. The Lohan account ended up adding me as a friend, one day she Facebook chatted me but I wasn’t on the computer and missed out so I decided that I should try to take advantage of this shit in the event it is actually Lohan, which is possible considering she’s not doing a whole lot in life right now. So I went out and called the number listed on the profile about 100 times and got no answer but left messages I forgot to record. I hit up Samantha Ronson on Facebook trying to get more info while getting her to be my middleman (literally) to get intouch with Lohan in hopes of taking the site to the next level with her money and support.

I went back online today and bitch deleted me so my Facebook relationship with Lohan or someone pretending to be Lohan is officially over and I am a little broken up about it.

Here are some parting images of Lohan in Beverly Hills with some older lady, because despite not having Lohan on Facebook, I’ll always have pictures of her to remind me of our short lived internet love affair and pictures are a whole lot more stable than she is.

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