I love Lindsay Lohan

I know she's a hot mess. She's even beyond that, actually. And I love it. If she had kids, I'd find it much more tragic. And, if she were doing well, I wouldn't wish for her to fall into the kind of life she lives now. But if she's just going to run around doing what has to be the stupidest thing posssible daily, and then topping it the very next day, I'm definitely going to enjoy watching.

As you can guess, this means that I've had an absolute ball over the last few days. First, she made an insincere and ocassionally indescernable plea (that's a video!) to the court and got a crazy awesome jail sentence anyway. We find out later she had "fuck u" written on her nails, then she was maybe going to be charged with contempt for it. Next, she missed her own birthday party, went batshit on Twitter, put up with press-hungry, but somewhat witty, remarks from her father, and then—when it seemed like there was no where else for this story to go—her lawyer resigned last night.

I made some mistakes yesterday, too. What, you ask? I sent out a document for review that I forgot to spell check.