LINDSAY LOHAN HATES SLEEPING ALONE !
Lindsay Lohan hates sleeping alone.The 'Mean Girls' star - who recently completed a stint in rehab for alcoholism - claims she parties all night, despite the temptation to drink, because she hates going to bed alone. Lindsay, who is rumored to be involved in a lesbian relationship with DJ friend Samantha Ronson, told Nylon magazine: "It's so much harder to stay sober in New York."Though it's hard in Los Angeles not to go out, it gets lonely. Being an actress is lonely, and I never want to be alone. I hate sleeping alone."The 20-year-old - who last year was sent a warning letter from movie producers of her film 'Georgia Rule' scolding her for her continuous partying and apparent lack of professionalism - believes she deserves to go out and have fun as she works so hard. Lindsay, who was accompanied by Ronson throughout the interview, said: "I'm at the point where I think 'Oh my God I'm going to go out!'"I work hard enough and I know how to take care of myself. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow."Well that explains why you have so many guys !
Labels: AA, GOSSIP, JAMES EDSTROM, LINDSAY LOHAN, REHAB
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"Being an actress is lonely." I think she meant, "Being an a**hole is lonely." Poor Lindsay.
Why does Lindsay Lohan always act like a asshole. Takes 2 seconds to pose for a pic then go do your thing. Instead she plays the cat and mouse game. The Young celebrities has no class. Thanks for your comment !
James
Dear Lindsay,
I feel your pain. As a fellow insomniac I too have trouble falling asleep unless I am comforted by another safe body.
There are many who would scoff at you for saying what you have, but I don't! One of the cruellest things in the world is the ridicule that comes to those bereft of sleep from those who have had their twenty winks when you have only managed two or three.
I wish I could reach out to you and offer a safe place for you to crash whenever you were in my town, Alas, my wife might misunderstand the gesture. This is but one of the hurdles young single women in your position face when faced with this terrible problem.
Many of those who would like to help you are stymied by the conventions and misunderstandings that arise in our societies because base motives are to often ascribed to pure intentions. Sigh.
When they are beautiful, like yourself, men who wish they could be friends only, find this more difficult than they expected, male gay friends, sometimes find that they have more than one frontier than they thought, and if you stay with women friends you risk being given a sexual identity that may not be appropriate for you.
And God forbid you should get a comforting pet, a cat (is she a witch?), a dog (what is the significance of the dog that does not bark when she is home?), or even a horse (not going there, nope, not going there...).
Of course, you may not care about these things, after all, labels are but labels. And wierd people are going to make much ado about anything anyway.
But I think you should know that there are probably a lot of people who would be willing to make your sleep less lonely in a safe way, without the massive partying. There are also some sure-fire remedies for sleeplessness that I can pass on from my college days. Your fame and carreer have been such that you have missed these I fear, except for the parties, so I pass along these free sleep aides.
1) This is a big one and most people never even find out about it. Get a copy of Immanual Kant's Critique of Pure Reason and have it near your bedside. If you really have to you can get one of those cheat books that explain it, but you really don't want the help if you want to maximize the book's value as a sleep aid.
After all. Should you ever figure out what Kant is trying to say in this book you'll go through a blinding epiphany that will keep you up for a week, so don't do anything counterproductive like actually trying to decode phrases translated from the original German like the physis of the synthesis of the manifold of object of synthetic apperception apperception...... eyes getting tired already? I knew it. Your goal is to read 20 pages a night and to understand it well enough that you can explain it to someone (pick someone you like torturing, like your publicist or your agent). I guarantee this works. Put me out every night when I was majoring in Philosophy and by then I was supposed to be immune.
Of course, the blinding epiphany was really, really good, but hey, I had earned it.
2) About 20 minutes before bedtime, get completely undressed, take a warm shower with oils, then stretch out and warm up your muscles while repeating a calming and soothing mantra.
Try to pick something calming. I am particularly fond of the rhythmic quality of "Time to make the doughnuts. Yummm. Time to make the doughnuts. Yummm." But ifthis makes you worry about having to get up on time the next day you might try something like:
"I have more panties than Paris - wheee. I have more Panties than Paris. Wheee."
or
"Who the heck is Peter Files? Who the heck is Peter Files?"
But really this stretching and mantra-ish activity really has to be something that calms you, rather than works you up.
3) Twister Solitaire. Solitaire? What's the point you might ask. Solitaire Twister allows you to be totally ridiculous because no one can see you. This enables you to lose your dignity entirely and collapse in a heap on the floor helpless in laughter, completely deessed.
You can aid the effect by dressing like a clown, a hobo, or something else bizzare. If you go the combat style route, I would avoid inviting Paris or certain others over or you're going to be stressed about how long it will be before it appears on YouTube.com.
Finally, once you have snuggled into bed, try to visualize yourself with someone safe. Say me. Just picture a young, handsome, Luciano Pavarotti, but Irish and a lot younger, and a much better rock singer. Not someone to chase you, just to be there for you. A rock, not a chain.
Then maybe someday you'll find him out there.
But my best advice is to look for that safety inside yourself. Its waiting there for you to find it.
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