where have you gone, shannyn sossamon

Just the other day I was wondering where my favorite wacky named young actress had disappeared to. After wooing Heath Ledger and Josh Hartnett, the Soss should have been on a trajectory to fictionally bed the greats. Well folks, she has been found. And something is horribly wrong.

First, you know there is trouble when a person stands next to Ashlee Simpson and doesn't immediately appear 10 times hotter in return. I'm talking about a metaphorical hotness, of course. I'd guess Shannyn is quite literally hot in this get up.

Next, the Soss drunkenly clings to an exec. Notice I did not say "glamorously clings to a hot young actor" there. Further, she accessorizes the disappointing pose with a star sticker on her face and a cigarette and a drink in one hand. Classy.

Finally, the Soss within fights a losing battle to close her mouth, put down the lollipop, and return to the glorious days of yestersoss. Even sadder, the war leaves her haggard and sharp-looking. Well, either the war (by which I mean vicious inner monologue) or the electric blue sweater (by which I mean electric blue sweater).

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[skgredge]

I WANT YOUR SEX LAUREN HYNDE.

[justin]

She named her son Audio Science because she was really tired of the term, "Audio Visual."

She's clearly bonkers.

[showboat]

At least the kid's not named Pilot Inspektor.