So, I've got this theory. I firmly believe that everyone needs to have what I call their Get a Grip Friend. This is the person who loves you enough to grab you when you've gone off the rails - over a boy, or a work nemesis, or your raging cocaine habit -- and shake and you and say, "HONEY. GET A GRIP." Mischa Barton, I am beginning to suspect, does not have that friend in her life:
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Look. I have residual love left for her if only for that one scene in The OC where she freaks out at Julie Cooper-Nichol and throws all their patio furniture in the pool. So I'll do it, you guys. SOMEONE HAS TO. This girl needs a hand from a (semi) loving friend.
MISCHA. HONEY. GET A GRIP.
Look. I have residual love left for her if only for that one scene in The OC where she freaks out at Julie Cooper-Nichol and throws all their patio furniture in the pool. So I'll do it, you guys. SOMEONE HAS TO. This girl needs a hand from a (semi) loving friend.
MISCHA. HONEY. GET A GRIP.
