Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Mischa Barton is a one way ticket to H.I.V.ille




I hardly know where to start with this train wreck. Sure, Lindsay has aged in dog years over the past few, but there are days when she can still look attractive alive. Poor Mischa. It was only like 5 years ago when this girl was not only relevant, she was revered. Now she's like a meth reject living on the streets of Detroit that thinks she's doing a documentary on addiction, when really people are staging her intervention on A&E. Well, not exactly because I assume someone has to care about you in order to intervene. Being a child actor is like a one way ticket to three things: Drugs, death, shrink's leather couches. What is wrong with parents? Where are they? Seriously, you should be required to take an IQ test in order to have children. Smart people are being outbred by morons. I digress. The point of this post (there isn't never is one) was to point out Mischa Barton's serious addiction. She's got more tracks than Amtrak. I'm so disgusted by this fug mess.

P.S. Nice dress.

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