As we reported back in August, the Los Angeles Police Department suspected that the man who broke in to The Hills star Audrina Patridge’s home in February was the same man responsible for breaking in to Lindsay Lohan’s home and taking off with shoes, jewlery, and most importantly, a safe stuffed with everything from home videos to legal documents. An arrest has finally been made in the case: 18 year old Nicholas Prugo. No details have been announced about Prugo yet, but his age and the crowd he runs with suggests to me that he’s most likely a Los Angeles native.

Dina Lohan, never shy to make a public statement told People Magazine, “Yes, we have found [him], God is good.”

Who needs food when you have coke and fingernails to keep you sustained?  Lindsay and her exposed torso were trolling around Manhattan last night because, after all, it is Fashion Week and she is a well-respected designer.

And in case you are still wondering why LL is always doing that stupid pose, the answer is in the gallery.

Listen up.  To all, like, one of you that plead with us here at Evil Beet to respect Lindsay’s privacy, I’d like to tell you something that should be painfully obvious:  Lindsay wants the tabloid attention; it was her goal.

Linds gave an interview to Access Hollywood in which she talked about her new gig over at Ungaro.  She also touched upon the media attention she seems to call and notify of her impending arrival garner everywhere she goes.  ”Everyone goes through tough times and the second that I decided I wanted to be in front of the camera … I think I’ve always kind of aspired to be like Britney Spears in the tabloids when I was in middle school.  It’s kind of something you sign up for in the beginning and if you really want it, you know that comes with it.  There are times when it does affect me. When I’m having a bad day or dealing with something personal that is no one else’s business but they’re going to spin it anyway. If I make the wrong face and I’m having a really great day, they’re going to say something negative anyway.  I know that I’m a target and I know that I’ve given people a lot of reason to kind of run with things that have been said. I no longer intend on doing that, but I’m not perfect.”  Yeah, she no longer intends on doing that since … uh … yesterday.

Lindsay Lohan Voicemails from ANIMALnewyork.com on Vimeo.

Oh, Lord. So, about a year ago, Lindsay Lohan posted her phone number on her Facebook page. She only had about 100 friends at the time, but the number got into some unsavory hands. Then she made the mistake of making her voicemail password 1234. So it was really only a matter of time before someone called up and checked her voicemails. And then put them on the Internet. And that’s what we have above here.

It’s people asking for favors, complete strangers calling to tell her how much they love her and ask if she’d want to hang out some time, drunk dialers, and, the coup de grace, her father. The inimitable Michael Lohan calls several times to say hi, complain because sis Ali refuses to meet with him, and by the way he just bought a CD at the 7-11 and it has one of her tracks on it. He holds the phone up to the stereo for a good long time to prove that he’s listening to her actual music.

It’s amusing stuff, and part of me wonders if Lindsay isn’t somehow behind this herself. It all sounds just a little fishy to me, and I wouldn’t put it past Linds to pull something like this as a publicity stunt. I mean, really, does anyone actually use 1234 as their voicemail password?

Uh-oh, guys.  It looks like Lindsay’s Twitter account was hacked again!  And when I say “hacked” what I really mean is “not hacked.”  

I don’t do cocaine I’m not fluent in Lindsay-speak, but I think it’s clear that she was Tweeting and Sam was replying via text.  Listen, I don’t know what the fuck these messages mean.  Obviously, Sam has been saying Lindsay is “gross” which is the best news I’ve heard all day.

I do know that I’ll be using the word “substanisan” — I’ve decided that it can be defined as “below Afghanistan” — all day long.  As in:  ”How much lower can Lindsay sink before getting back to Cirque Lodge?  She’s substanisan already.”

There was talk at the beginning of the summer that Lindsay Lohan was in talks with design house Emmanuel Ungaro to come on as an artistic consultant.  Well the head designer who was having kittens over the prospect is out — and Linds is in.

After the July departure of Esteban Cortazar, the top guy at Ungaro who vehemently opposed Lohan joining the team, the company brought on relative unknown Estrella Archs to team up with relative too-known Lindsay Lohan.  The goal is catch the eye and wallet of a younger demographic in hopes of saving the struggling label.

Mounir Moufarrige, Ungaro’s chief executive officer, is already relishing the prospect of that image running in newspapers and on Web sites around the world, bringing a lightning bolt of attention — good, bad or otherwise — to a French brand that has severely lacked it as it endured a revolving door of designers and lackluster collections. 

“Odds are it could work,” Moufarrige said, disclosing the appointments exclusively to WWD. “Everything we’re going to get is going to be a plus. I think the noise level around Lindsay will be very, very big.” 

What does this mean for Linds’ stalkers?  Well, for one thing, it means that she’s dressing a hell of a lot better when she’s seen out and about.  I put up a few pics of the designer/singer/producer/model taken this weekend  She seems to have branched out from flannel shirts and leggings.  Bras are still presenting a challenge for her at this time.

I’d like to apologize to all the Lindsay Lohan lovers out there for not reporting this sooner; clearly I’ve been lax.  Saturday night Linds went to Crown Bar which, let’s face it, isn’t exactly breaking news.  Here’s the problem:  Somehow, she managed to smuggle her 15-year-old sister into the club.  A club owner posing as a witness in hopes that he doesn’t lose his liquor license witness offered this account:  ”They stayed at the club for an hour. They were with a couple of friends. They were both happy and bubbly. Ali drank water and Lindsay drank red bull [sic] . They hung out at their table while dancing to the beats….I guess Samantha wasn’t invited. They left at 1am.”

Obviously the witness can’t discern the difference between water and, say, vodka?

Those Lohan parents just never learn, do they?