Yesterday Lindsay Lohan left her NYC hotel room with some "misused and misconstrued" reading material in hand.

In a stunning move that we never could have anticipated, Lindsay Lohan is now officially denying the fashionable eating disorder she supposedly admitted once having to Vanity Fair. TeenPeople.com has Lohan's statement:

In a January 9 email statement, Lohan writes: "The words that I gave to the writer for Vanity Fair were misused and misconstrued, and I'm appalled with the way it was done." The magazine, however, claims everything Lohan said to reporter Evgenia Peretz is on tape. So, uh, what words would be misconstrued here? When Lindsay was feeling down, she'd have an energy surge instead of a need to purge? Right.

• On Fake Writer Day, it's not just about the fake writers. Blogger Claire Zulkey, who has interviewed both JT Leroy and James Frey for her blog, crumbles to the floor and realizes her blogging ethics have suffered at the hands of these evil, literary minstrels. [Zulkey]
• We've no idea what sort of club would call itself V.I.P. room and then use Tara Reid as its spokeswhore, but her malformed side-boob defeats any notions of the venue's V or I. [Hollywood Tuna]
• Lindsay Lohan and Leonardo DiCaprio are 88% compatible. You have a 6% chance, however, of giving a shit. [Jossip]
• Star Jones would appreciate it if you didn't post on her blogs in all caps. It gives hubby Al a headache, you know. [Just Jared]
• We've no complaints regarding the calculated pimping of Anderson Cooper, other than that we'd like to see more jackets in the ads. Why not a bomber jacket? Perhaps a khaki trench? The puffy coat, while warm, just isn't flattering. [B&C] • As for this morning's Blind Item Guessing Game, you all were more silent than a scared altar boy. We're not sure how to punish you for playing poorly, but it'll likely involve force-feeding you complex carbohydrates.

• Lindsay Lohan admits to Vanity Fair that she's used drugs and struggled with bulimia. When we blow rails and boot our brunch, we usually go to Graydon Carter for confessional, too.
• Zeta Graff sues Paris Hilton for being a big, fat liar — but, as it turns out, her paid liar/publicist Rob Shuter might be just as bad.
• Peter Braunstein pleads not guilty to charges of sexual assault; guilty on all charges of looking incredibly frightening.
• Left befuddled by the state of the odd-amounted Metrocard, we fall victim to the strange intricacies of the card machine, only to find eventual redemption.
• Jon Stewart attempts to save the Oscars from total irrelevance.
• Dow Jones CEO Peter Kann and his wife, Wall Street Journal publisher Karen Elliot House, leave the company, but not without a handsome payoff.
• Marc Kramer is hired as CEO of the Daily News. Les who?
• Observer editor Peter Kaplan looks to save the precious pink paper with the power of Bruce Wasserstein.
• West Virginian miners die in tragic explosion; media runs inaccurate, opposite story in tragic miscommunication.
• And in more bad news: the health of Israeli PM Ariel Sharon is not looking good .
• But cheer up, because Real Simple will soon suck on a tv near you!

• It's been almost 5 years since publicist Lizzie Grubman mowed over 16 people at the Hamptons' Conscience Point Inn, but she's still doing her time in court. Yesterday Grubman answered questions for the only remaining civil suit, filed by a victim who suffered a bruised rib. Rest assured, it was a very expensive, pricey rib. [Page Six]
• Star Jones writes of her "intoxicatingly sexual relationship" with hubby Al Reynolds. You, in the meantime, gouge out your eyes and pray for some dark horsemen to make it all go away. [R&M]
• The reason behind Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson's split? He liked to wear her shoes. Paging Peter Braunstein! [People]
• Online casino BetUs.com offers Lindsay Lohan a nice Costa Rican rehab package if she'll shill for the site. Obviously, their publicist is Ronn [sic] Torossian. [Lowdown (2nd item)]
• Kevin Federline tells Ryan Seacrest that everything is "wonderful" between him and wife Britney Spears. Even better, they're NOT planning to have a second child just yet, so you can sleep soundly tonight. [IMDb]
• Page Six retracts yesterday's story about a bikini clad Sara Moonves (daughter of Les). That's what happens when you source shit through "Perez Hilton." [Page Six]

We hate to dwell on Lindsay Lohan (OK, we only kinda hate to dwell), but the media reaction to her Vanity Fair profile is just too precious to overlook. Determined to nail a piece of the action for themselves, Star magazine reminds us of their role in Lohan's eating disorder:

The Insider's Marc Malkin contributes to the Year of Incremental Updates About Lindsay Lohan's Health, reporting that she was released this morning from the Suspicious Severe Asthma Attack Unit of the Miami hospital where she spent three days and is on her way back to NY. However, not everyone is passive about the starlet's continuing recovery. Gambling site BetUS.com is offering to foot the bill for a luxurious, head-clearing stay in Costa Rica. Says their press release:

• Page Six claims to have seen a picture of Lindsay Lohan's friend bringing the starlet a pregnancy test while she rests at a Miami hospital. Because hospital pregnancy tests just aren't as reliable as an E.P.T. [Page Six]
• An attempt to patch things up with Katie Holmes' parents doesn't go well for Tom Cruise, and the couple leave the family home earlier than planned. Thetans just don't have the time to deal with that sort of bullshit, y'know? [Scoop]
• Denise Richards and Charlie Sheen filed for divorce yesterday. We'd mock them but, after they initially separated, they actually tried to work things out for their kids. So now it's just kind of sad. Like Platoon. [Page Six]
• Howard Stern's daughter Emily drops out of a Kabbalah play, in which she would appear nude, after concerns that pictures would end up on the internet. Damn you, bloggers. [Lowdown]
• Vincent Pastore is being sued for by his former fianc e, Lisa Regina, who is seeking $5 million after being physically and emotionally abused by "Big Pussy." Lord, if we could sue a pussy for all it's put us through... [Cindy Adams]
• The White House continues to withhold information from full congressional oversight regarding its stance on scallops. [R&M]

Vanity Fair is really going for something special with its Lindsay Lohan cover story; as if her "shocking" confessions about eating disorders and drugs weren't enough, the photo spread is an over-the-top, mock-scandalous homage to famous 1950s and '60s photographs of starlets. And while a side-boob shot of Lohan may mildly excite the more pathetic amongst you, we prefer her quotes:

The Best Week Ever blog keeps the momentum of Lindsay Lohan's last two days lurching forward with some pictures (we've helpfully "enhanced" one with our forensic tools above)* of a delivery to Lohan's hospital room. Just so you know what you're supposedly looking at:

The spanking-new issue of Us Weekly has a fantastic piece on the diet tricks of teen starlet Lindsay Lohan. What timing — Vanity Fair has a similar article in its latest issue. So how does Lindsay stay slim?

Yesterday's news that Lindsay Lohan was recovering in Miami from a "severe asthma attack" couldn't have been better timed to coincide with today's release of a Vanity Fair story in which America's Most Suspiciously Hospitalized Sweetheart makes some shocking—shocking!—revelations: she used drugs "a little," suffered from the much more PR-friendly bulimia last year during her much-photographed "skinny phase," and that SNL's Lorne Michaels, no stranger to self-destructive talent, staged some sort of intervention after Lohan hosted his show dangerously underneath her former fighting weight.. As for her completely inconsequential dalliance with unspecified drugs, she says "I've gotten that out of my system," a statement that at first seems to indicate a newfound maturity, but on closer inspection, reveals a distressing dismissal of the crucial role played by the world-class "exhaustion technicians" of Cedars Sinai.

Hey, good morning. How are you? Doing OK? Good, good. Here, let us take your coat. Grab yourself a coffee, a muffin — we've plenty. Yeah, those multiberry ones are delicious. So, got a second? Yeah? Great, take a seat, make yourself comfortable. We need to talk.

According to People, among Lindsay Lohan's New Year's resolutions is a pledge to make 2006 every bit as chock-full of tabloid-friendly action and dubious, publicist-scripted excuses for abrupt hospitalizations as her record-setting 2005:

· Extra! Extra! Smaller "niche" films such as The Constant Gardener perform healthily at overseas box office! And in blogging news, associate editor sticks head in oven over pathetically boring news day. [Variety]
· Fox pushes the release of Just My Luck, starring road menace Lindsay Lohan, to May 12, hoping it will find an audience of teenage girls who have no interest in Warner Bros.' Poseidon Adventure remake. And for the rest of us? Let's hope there's a nice "niche" film opening that weekend. [Variety]
· Paramount Network TV hires Kate Adler as their new VP of comedy. Adler used to be in scripted development at Worldwide Pants but then went on to become a reality producer on Survivor. Which just goes to prove that old saying: "A development executive who starts in scripted comedy but then forges a career in reality can still get work in scripted if she changes her mind later." [Variety]
· A THR analysis of the outcome of the Guilds' demands for industry standards for forced brand integration whoring has come to the conclusion that they are being completely ignored. Are you going to take that sitting down, Radical Rosenberg?! [THR]
· The Weinstein Co. has reverted all distribution rights of their Cannes pick up Wu Ji/The Promise back to its producers, with the new, leaner Harv just not wanting to put Hero-type money behind its promotion. [THR]

• Lindsay Lohan will be hosting a New Year's eve party in Miami. Inexpicably, tickets are only $200 per person, which is quite the bargain for an opportunity to administer speedballs to an A-lister. [IMDb]
• San Antonio Spurs guard Tony Parker and girlfriend Eva Longoria are pulled over by a "Mexican bike cop." [NYDN]
• While at Pace University, foodie Rachel Ray squandered her tuition money, but Page Six doesn't disclose where the money went. Booze? Hookers? Drugs? Give us something, here. [Page Six]
• Ivana Trump's Australian luxury resort is reduced to a plebeian housing project. [Gatecrasher (2nd item)]
• It's MisShapes — the band. The music may suck, but we're sure their outfits are fantastic. [Page Six]

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A reader encountered one of Hollywood's most-photographed starlets on Saturday at The Grove, our fine city's painstakingly crafted urbanesque shopping street and de facto celebrity petting zoo. Unfortunately, not even the artificial snow, towering nondenominational season-tree, and cheerful waters dancing to the strains of "Jingle Bell Rock" could fill her with holiday cheer after an encounter with some needy fans:

It's amazing what constitutes "celebrity" these days. The floodgates have opened now more than ever, and it seems that anyone can be a celebrity so long as they're related to a an already-confirmed celebrity. Ali Lohan, the lazy little sister of Lindsay, is a great example, having now made an official appearance at a celebrity charity event.