Lindsay Lohan sat down with OK! magazine to give her first fresh-outta-rehab interview on Monday. The Daily Mail reports

Lohan insists that she and Tony Allen, lead singer in the rock band Dead Stays Alive, are just friends, [despite] allegations that she had sex with Allen in a toilet while receiving treatment. Lohan [said]: “Rumours are rumours. I don’t really have anything to say about that. Tony and I were just friends and if anyone has anything negative to say, I would just like to ask, ‘Why?’ We were just friends and that was it.” The 21-year-old troubled star has also revealed that there is a new man in her life — 25-year-old snowboarder Riley Giles, who she met while in rehab.

Co-dependent enabler? Check. Wincingly predictable new outlook on life? Check check:

The Mean Girls star has described rehab as a humbling experience: “It was hard surrendering and having people tell me what to do. I liked how I was treated as a normal person. I had to look out for myself. I kept the common areas clean. I liked making coffee for the gym the best. Everything happens for a reason and I am in the right place now. I just want to apologise to any of my fans that look up to me, especially my younger fans, for setting the examples that I didn’t mean to set. That is one of the reasons that I want to change things. I don’t want to be known as that person. Maybe me not going out as much will help. I want to do what’s right for my family as well as what is right for me. My real friends are the ones who are appreciative of what I have done to take care of myself and change my life. They are the ones who don’t want me back in LA to go party.”

No, your real friends are the ones who sold pictures of you snorting coke in a bathroom and playing sexy time with knives and then laughed at you behind your back once you passed out covered in semen and cocaine residue. I know this because my best friend in college regularly decorated my cheeks with swastikas and other obscene drawings when I’d black out at the occasional kegger. Sometimes she’d even take pictures of me with some frat guy’s ball sack resting on my forehead like some kind of hairy beret. She also blew several of those pictures and put them up in the student center for everyone to see, along with my phone number and parent’s street address. And then there was this one time she left me in a ditch in New Kent county when she thought I’d asphyxiated on my own vomit and was dead. That Ashley was one heck of a practical joker! We sure had some good times together.

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