The Awful Truth

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We're on meltdown patrol today, kittens. Some snittings cheesier than others (which means my fave Courtney Love is up in two greasy secs flat!), but first, gotta give you lubed-up medical honeys a little hot juice—fresh, steaming, right off the Grey's Anatomy set. Ready for the dripping scuttlebutt?

"The point," relayed a member of the Grey's acting club—which, despite the above very naughty occurrence, remains pretty tight—"is that more than a few people here, some of the ladies in particular, are just waiting for Isaiah to sling something their way."

No merde, Sherlock!

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Hmmm. How sad. Been on the Hollywood set myself, and I must say, I was rather surprised at how easygoing and laid-back the doc-drama family behaved, off camera. Par-tick Dr. McDreamy, my old gym bud. So sad to find out that now, months later, Washington has changed all that. Considerably.

I say, fight back, you scrubs hons!

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So, did you all hear about Lindsay Lohan's latest trouble? I'm sure you did. Seems L.L. was acting superstrange and way paranoid in the wee hours of Sunday morning, after she'd been out all night, according to TMZ. Apparently, she explained to a random bystander through mascara-stained sobs that someone was following her and trying to hit her. She even said she'd called the the cops, but they couldn't stop "them."

She didn't realize that the peeps in pursuit were actually paparazzi. Pretty odd for the gal who seems to be trailed by them 24/7, right?

Anyhow, I'm getting reports of Linds' activities before and after the alleged freak-out. And somethin' serious musta happened after the reunion dinner with a certain ex on Saturday night and her charitable relationship cleanup supper on Sunday evening.

Then again, the most sordid stuff always goes down late at night, so I guess the following ain't too much of a head scratcher.

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The scene on Sunday: American Rag Café, La Brea, 5 peeyem. The suspects: L.L. and a chica. The scoop: The very same day all this craziness went down at the butt crack of dawn, Linds didn't hunker down at home and order a pizza. She stepped out for an über-late lunch. The waitress brought the grub and proceeded to spill her order all over the floor, as paps snapped away

The sweet and serene Saint Lohan got up and helped the girl clean up the mess.

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Gosh, can you imagine the scenario if it were Star Jones Reynolds awaiting said sustenance?

Then Linds headed next door to the clothing store and proceeded to pose in front of the glass windows as she tried on outfits to the camera's content.

Superstrange behavior for a gal who was bawling about the paps mere hours earlier, n'est-ce pas?

Black -and-Orange P.S.: Linds-hon, what the ef's up with your Halloween wrist-wraps? Whatcha covering up?

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Engaging in less well mannered, more bizarre babe-behavior was Courtney Love. The supposedly sober gal has always acted a bit strange, but her recent rowdiness at Carrie Fisher's 50th fete at her Hell-Ay home takes the birthday cake, fer sure.

Now, I must preface this slightly bizarro sighting by saying the gal cleans up damn well. Ms. L. wore a snowy top with a black dress, along with darling white shoes. "Her hair was down, and she looked great, but she acted so crazy!" said a party witness.

You see, I'm told by a fete guest Court-babe was carryin' on about freakin' condiments at the swanky to-do. She was makin' a fuss and "practically screaming" about where certain goodies (as in the edible kind) were for the spread being offered my Princess Hostess.

Perhaps Court just wanted some ketchup for her filet mignon?

More probable is that Love just hates not getting what she wants—exactly when she wants it.

Maybe a manners rehab is in order?