LETTERS FROM WONDERLAND

So I know we haven't talked in awhile. The therapist said I haven't really been talking to anyone in very long time ..like I've been talking, but not really "talking?"...you know? They say those that suffer from addiction never really do much of anything...or least at least that's the way it feels...sure I've been doing movies and talk shows and parties and gawd knows what...but everything i've done feels so distant it's like i was never even there...

People of the Jury, excuse this girl's rambling. Paparazzi, don't shoot. Perez, you're such a f**cking fake I don't know what to say. I'll get you back later for those "supposed" emaisl i've always been sending you.

So after I checked in yesterday THEY searched my ass head to toe. they took away everything.

no nail polish they say, i'd sniff itt.

no lipstick, don 't want to attract the attention of the other drunkies and pill poppers on my floor.

they let me keep my shoelasses and thankfully, i get to keep my laptop, and i get to talk to you.

The thereapist says this should help me. Talking to you again. So now I'm talking to you. Talk. Talk. Talk talkatalktalktalktaltkattalkkkkkkkkkkk.....

Nice.

Just wondering why they took my blackerberry? OMFGGGG!!! I might type another poourly spelled email.

Whatevs. Some of you are such freaking losers. "OMFGGGG!! SHE CAN'T SPELL! SHE MUST BE HIGHHHH!"

Ha. Well, kinda. But still, people. Lighten up.

Still might get it back i think. i'm a business girl and this is BIZZZNESSSS MAN.

So yeah. Thinking about redesigning this shizz? what do you think?

Love & Laxatives,

LL