On Access Hollywood tonight, Demi Lovato (seen above looking like Chola Smurf) says that her addiction to Lohan powder got so serious that she used to smuggle baggies of it onto the plane and suck it up her nostril in the bathroom while everyone was sleeping. Because I know this is the only thing you’re wondering, Demi doesn’t say if she smuggled the bad shit in a condom shoved up her chocha or b-hole, or if she went the bold bitch route by smuggling it in a pocket on her bra. I know you can never count on those brain dead robots at Access Hollywood to ask the questions we really want the answers to. Demi said this about her serious cokey days:
“Something I’ve never talked about before, but with my drug use I could hide it to where I would sneak drugs. I couldn’t go without 30 minutes to an hour without cocaine and I would bring it on airplanes. I would smuggle it basically and just wait until everyone in first class would go to sleep and I would do it right there. I’d sneak to the bathroom and I’d do it. That’s how difficult it got and that was even with somebody [with me], I had a sober companion, somebody who was watching me 24/7 and living with me [and] I was able to hide it from them as well.”
Demi goes on talk about when she realized she hit the rock bottom of rock bottom:
“I was going to the airport and I had a Sprite bottle just filled with vodka and it was just nine in the morning and I was throwing up in the car and this was just to get on a plane to go back to LA to the sober living house that I was staying at. I had all the help in the world, but I didn’t want it. When I hit that moment I was like, it’s no longer fun when you’re doing it alone. I’ve really never talked about this stuff before. I don’t know if I should be sharing this. I think at 19 years old, I had a moment where I was like, ‘Oh my God… that is alcoholic behavior. [It’s] no longer, I’m young and rebellious and out having fun, it was, wow, I’m one of those people…I gotta get my shit together.'”
Okay, it’s pretty obvious that the people around Demi at the time were either suffering from a serious case of denial or had wet Styrofoam peanuts for brains. How could they not know that something in the Sprite bottle was BOOOZE? I mean, what kind of weirdo freak drinks Sprite at 9 in the morning? If you drink Red Bull in the morning, you’re gross, but okay. If you drink Coke in the morning, you’re trashy, but I get it. But Sprite?! Nobody drinks Sprite in the morning. It doesn’t even have caffeine! Never ever trust someone who’s drinking Sprite for breakfast.