Lindsay has had it with Venice Beach and all the looky-loos (sp?) outside her house. Supposedly she’s sick of people parking outside her house with lawn chairs for the Lindsay show. In the interim, she’s moved to her old stomping grounds at The Chateau Marmont. She should’ve known better about Venice Beach. If she wanted normal beach living, she chose the furthest thing from “normal” in Venice. And not that I don’t like Venice, it’s five minutes from my house, it’s just the furthest thing from private–at least where she lived. I can’t wait till good ol’ Linds falls off the wagon again. I’d love it if she started drinking at the morgue she worked at–partying with the dead people would be hilarious.