the latest from her official blog:

16 Jul 2008

Regarding Billy and the glow of my dearest friend Gwyneth Paltrow, and her husband, Chris Martin.

I would like to start by apologizing to Billy Corgan for the post, that was on Perez Hilton's website. I had a shared computer that had been compromised. Both my AOL account and my daughter's account were compromised. I had to get rid of all my computers in the house and the AOL accounts.

Someone broke into my AOL account and sent that letter to Perez. Although some of it was my writing, I never posted it. However, as the KR weasel people know, there is a :live site: that has its own ring tone. It lets people know when I am online and when I am writing an email, even before I hit the send button. EVEN IF I DON'T SEND IT, these people can steal it and then it twist my words around. I never write in all CAPS. You can read most my blogs on Myspace. Yes, I have typos, but it's because I type very fast. It does not make me a "TARD." Anyway, I did not write half of that post found on Perez and I apologize to Billy Corgan and to my daughter. This is a personal matter between Billy and my family. My Daughter's privacy is very important. So, I wanted to clear that up. Billy please give me a call. We love you and I am sorry. Marie can give you the number.

So now, I can tell you about this lovely adventure with my two good friends. Okay, here's a good story I want to share with all you guys. It's amazing. Gwyneth Paltrow and her amazing husband, Chris, and I have reconnected. She has always been a very close friend of mine. Regardless of what people's perception of Gwyneth is, compassion is her middle name. I am not going to sit here and write a public love letter to GP, but I do have a great story to share with you that leads to a great song! So people might think, "Oh blah, GP and her husband, who cares?" Right? But the fact is, one night in New York at the Pig, we were all hanging out and having a ball. Chris told the most hilarious joke, that literally had me on the floor laughing so hard.

Over the years Gwyneth has always invited me out to London and I have always procrastinated. I kept telling myself, "Go out to London Courtney. Gwyneth is such a dear friend and you should not take friends for granted." I was like what if I come out to hang out with her and Chris Martin, who is a genius, with me being such the opposite of who they are. My "What if" worries started to kick in. God forbid, I start talking about the financial stuff. I start going cuckoo bananas, not that any of it isn't the truth and then some. Hell, I might blow the sucks off truth, but lets not go there!

You know, I would like to patent the phrase "Cuckoo bannanoos," That's Hot style, as the Hamlet 2 film clip I saw contained the phrase Cukoo bananas. What if Cuckoo Cherry comes out and plays with Cukoo Bananas? WOW, anything can set her off. My alter ego, cherry, you guys should all know Cherry by now! Imagine if someone brought up a plumbing bill. You would have to shut me up and, perhaps, drive my ass to the looney bin. I have heard these days Electro Shock Therapy is the new black? Humm, I have had two friends that have had shock therapy in the last two months Ellen Burstyn Requeim style. They say it helps but they are fucking nuts!!

Anyway, my anxiety is kicking in and I am terrified I am not good enough for GP, for their beautiful home, lovely lifestyle and lovely family. This woman could be in a terrycloth tracksuit and she would look like a goddess! I cannot compete with the clothes that GP has, even though I have the best damn wardrobe in Hollywood . From Fortuny in the box, with the white winter belt and the spring belt, to Porite' 1901-1910, to a Persimmon vionette, to the punk rock dress which British Vogue called "The best dress of the decade." There is there is only one AND IT'S MINE, BITCHES!" Evil cackle. I also am in love with my, fuck me, oh, so sexy hysteric jeans. Once you put on a pair of Hysteric jeans, you will never take them off until mine comes out.

Aside from one item in my collection, I am making is poof stick! No, a Poof Stick is not something you shove up your twat or arse. I happened to find it inside a vanity set with a nicely decorated box. You put the stick in your talcum powder and you put the powder on yourself gently. No, it's not that kind of powder. I do not do loser dust, thank you very much! Fashion is telling people things they never knew they needed, like hey, lets call the Avon Lady!

So, FUCK IT! I decide to go to GP and face my fears. I pull up to a neighborhood near Chelsea . OMG, I am freaking out. What if my hair is messy? What if my extensions fall out? What if my heels break on my lobutin, and I fall flat on my face, like those pretty girls on the Miss Universe Pagents every year? What if my wacky Sienna Miller-esque hat blows off in the wind? What if I have lipstick and spinach stuck between my teeth? What if my Behavior Modification Meds are unbalanced? What if I talk too much like I am blogging on Myspace at 3 am? What if I don't get their jokes? WHAT IF THEY DON'T GET MY JOKES? What if they hate to gossip? What if they know way more about Greek history than Roman history? What if Chris is listening to Bach and asks me about his favorite clavichord? What if I accidentally make a stain on Gwenthy's coffee table, which I am positive is bobin lace, handmade by some Nuns in Austria ? What if my Bluebell scent is clashing with GP's fantastical fabulous insanely sweet perfume, that she works so well? Do we really think it's ESTEE LAUDER. I ask, but I will never tell...

Because you see kids, I did finally make it over there,. damn-IT! ( I love this girl. I love her husband. I love her kids. She takes damn good care of me. She calls me once a month to make sure I am doing okay. ) When she did Shakespeare in Love, she had this wicked amazing ethereal glow about her that she carries to this very day! The Eternal Glow, I call it. One time, we were stuck in a elevator with her friend, Mary. I had just come from a fitting. I was size ten, but in a terrycloth robe, which made me feel like a size 14, no makeup, no shades, a couple zits. I believe it was a Lucky Strike I was smoking. Ummm SEXY. I did not bother extinguishing it in the elevator, because the force of the goodness of GP's glow put my damn cig out! I am faced with the most beautiful person in the world. She is literally glowing like a fucking glow stick, like that glow in xanadu that lights up all the muses. The eternal glow that GP was glowing darts pierces and licks like lasers out of the building. That glow was glowing like honey. That glow comes from self love. That glow is something I want for myself and my daughter. It's called inner peace and putting others before one self.

So, whenever Mary and GP ask, "Why were you such a BITCH in the elevator? Why were you glaring at me? Why did you hate so much?" - THE FACT OF THE MATTER IS, I TELL THEM ALL THE TIME, I WAS FUCKING JEALOUS!!!

So I go...

I arrive, there two minutes early. This is impossible. That never happens. Before I can even light my nerve smoke, Chris greets me at that gate with a gorgeous smile and a big hug. Considering after the first time we were introduced by Michael Stipe, I was out of my head and sooo rude to Chris, maybe the rudest I have been to anyone and that is saying alot.. It all happened at the Chateu Marmont, where we were one night, Chris was playing the song, Clocks, on the piano. I was so out of my mind, I thought it was my song, my piano riff. I was pissed! I thought he was playing my song.

So, back to my story. I arrive and Chris welcomes me into his house. As I enter, there in the kitchen is a big old ashtray, two lighters, and two packs of SilkCuts. Did I just fucking die and go to heaven? Next thing I know, I am being kissed by a beautiful woman (GP). She approaches me wearing a apron, a fucking apron, for chrisskaes! Thinking it must be Prada, I immediately think. I ask "Where did you get that fabulous apron?"

"ANTHROPOLOGY" she says, beaming as a streak of blonde lightning glow and more glow sticks gleaming up from her mothers legs looking up at me curiously. " REALLY? ANTHROPOLGY? Don't you find that WHOLE FRENCH FLEA MARKET THING, a little you know.. I dunno..." I pause.

She retorts, "OH COURT!!" all chipper and rubs my head and PINCHES MY CHEEKS. I am so overwhelmed by what's cooking in the kitchen and the atmosphere and the fact I can fucking have a smoke without getting arrested or kicked out of the airport. I give big bear hug and just lifted her up off the floor and guess what kids? SHE IS A SLIP OF A GIRL and light as a feather, and far far far more beautiful than should be legal, with an IQ, that I have discovered and cannot reveal, that is out of this world and much higher than might. This may explain alot of me. On my 2nd IQ test, mine was 97. The other one was...well 15x- I am not revealing the last digit of my 2nd IQ test, because i found it very pretentious when a certain movie star went around talking about her certain IQ. Try beating me at CHESS! I have never played a master but I never lost..then again I can't do long division.

We chat profusely. It's lovely. We go outside. We meet the kids. They seem to like me. They are clinging to my legs. I don't spill my coffee on their beautiful blonde heads. Cukoo Cherry ROO does not appear to be coming to this quaint party. She may be down for the day...or maybe she just wasn't invited. Or, maybe Cherry was out begging or stripping or something or reading tarot cards. As I write this I look around my lil Malibu house. Eveything is lovely. Everything is lovely AND IT'S ALL FROM ANTHROPOLOGY!!

C.M. is very excited. He has listened to four Courtney Love slash HOLE songs, totally random ones..nothing off CS or LTT. He's listened to four. He has a stereo all set up and VINYL. He appears to be on this project for an hour or more. He says, "I have the song."

"What song," I say? "That song, CLOCKS, YOU STOLE FROM ME?" He laughs in that laconic way. It's a very lovely laugh. Here's the point to the whole damn story. My friend, Chris Borius, from CBIHATEPERFUME.COM It's fantastic. It's cheap. It's independent. He's a genius. I got for the black tea, poison, the pomagranted poison, the posion theme is imperative. Well, fuck it. I am doing posion candles. If you can name any botanical that is posionous such as horsechestnut and describe the smell, I love to hear it. Chris B is a fantastic blogger as well as a idependent pefumeer. The New York Times has recently hired a pefume critic. The guy is not a snob. He gave HILARY DUFF 4 stars!!!

I took a sniff of Hilary and he had a point. I don't think I will be replacing Fracas or Bluebell with it, but yes he did have a point. Anyways, Chris B has a blog about noses called "HeadSpace" EG if you had a great nose, I can say to you at headspace

cannibus sativa, honey, organic, galbananum, the top note in the bluebell, as bluebell has no smell. NOW go to www.indieperfume.com I am obssessed with that site, but mostly I am obssed with chris B and CBIHATEPEFUME. You have not truly lived until you have truly experienced burning leaves and worn clarirty of light several days in a row. He warned me clarity of light evokes spirtual protection in the olfactory sense. "The Salty Ocean Waves outside my window," a good smell.

White lotus, tar herione, a little left over of removed dead cat. HE would know exactly in his head what that smell is. I hope this doesnt' sound hubris about my "headspace" sounding, give me My bloody Valentine, Fleetwoood Mac, glasvegas ArcadeFire, Abba, Bread, and Joy Divison, and .....yes could I take one more...the Libertines...Oh shit, I think, CHERRY KOO KOO, GET OUT OUT OUT! You STUPID BITCH. GO POSE FOR THE PAPS. TRY RUNNING NAKED OR SOMETHING!! GOD SHE 's SUCH A FUCKING PEST . I swear to god. She's obssessed with me!!

I got the soundish in my head. Here's Chris Martin. He's not a guy that reads tabloids. This is not a guy who gives a shit. He says, "I think about George Martin everyday" when presenting an award to sir George Martin, who is utter genuis. He is able to do with a 4 track and microphone with 4 guys playing into it, with what most people can't do with 24 tracks today. I asked him if this is true and chris paused and said "Yes. Yes, this is true."

He says to me THIS is the SONG your band must cover. It's prefect for you. I get you. I get you. This song is perfect for you. Are you ready? I see the corner of some familir vinyl, but I can't figure out what it is. I lay down with ashtray in hand, utterly content like a cat who got the cream, listening to the sound of children laughing. These people are so coool, because I hear happy happy child world, nannies smiling, sweet cinnamon smells, waxing up the room. I loooooove her and really adore him. Damn, I am reallly happy at that moment. He puts the needle on the record and out comes the most familer note sequence of my entire of my life. It is the first song that I was ever taught, by the author of the song. It is the song "RESCUE" by ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN.

Will Sergeant taught "rescue" to me in 1981 in Liverpool on my 1958 Melody Maker, which I really really like back. In any case, my jaw dropped. Talk about HEADSPACE! This guy hasn't heard one song off of Live Through This. Yet, he has absolutely nailed me. I don't even know how to respond. I tell Chris, I am stuttering like cherry does, "Chris..umm. umm..that that...that..was the first song ....." We both look at each other amazed at the serendipity of it all. It was truly awesome, pyschic, awesome and got me back into the Bunnymen in a big way, more porcupine, some heaven up here. I was there 1981 , Dublin , at Windmill Lanes Studio as a gopher, while U2 was getting The Edge's guitar sounds. Until that fucking CHERRY WHORE KICKED OUT, even though she was only 14, because Kirstie McCall, god bless her soul, thought was trying to mack on any one of them. The Crew, U2, her, the husbands, I DID NOT EVEN HAVE TITS!! Maybe Cherry had double F's. I dunno. We don't talk about her tits, this isn't any crazy shit like split personality. I honestly, when I sleep, which is rare, CHERRY Goes out and buys entire towns and sticks me with the bill. Would you like 40 acres and a Mule and a shack in Versailles , KY ? Thats it. Chris Martin is a genius. I haven't been impressed in a long time, by someone, other than myself.

Love you all. God Bless Tina Chen. Thank you, Jason Trenton for the damn delicious case of Cherry Metromint water you sent me for my b-day. i am looooving it! I think Jason and I broke our world wide record for talking on the phone. I think it was 2 lifetimes, this time.

If you dont' look at Tim Walker's images, you are gonna miss a treat.

XOXO Courts

Love u have a great day. Check out the lotus shoes on Ebay. They are really cheap. Or DON'T, because I will be happy to buy them all!

Anyone want to purchase a certain 16 year old, a certain $50,000 Birkin Bag for her birthday? Ha

well actually....i'll have to see....me+horizontal stripes=most likely a disaster, but seriously, this is so cute, and if i were stick skinny (like my sister) this would be a must-have:

Summer Breeze
Jessie May makes you feel fine
Thursday, April 03, 2008
WHAT: Jessie May Seashore Hoody Vest

WHY: There you sit, watching the sunset from your porch in Montauk, glass of rosé in hand...when you feel a slight chill in the air. What to do? Throw on this adorable cover-up, of course. Jessie May's striped number is way cuter (but just as comfy) as that old college sweatshirt you usually wear. And, it's eco-friendly, so you can look chic and feel green!

PRICE: $95
AVAILABLE: http://www.anthropologie.com

that's a good song, isn't it? love it.

it's like, dead silent in my house. my mom and katie are upstairs wrapping christmas presents, and i'm not allowed up there, so hmmm, i wonder who those presents are for? ;) but i don't even have the tv on or anything! and the dogs are sleeping....aw, so cute!

so i was kinda disappointed, no new episode of law and order svu last night. :( but w/e, c'est la vie (or if you're on the ohs year book staff "say lavi"....retards) but i'll live, i think there's a new episode of gossip girl tonight and that makes up for everything, but i mean no new antm, cuz it's over, boo!

i kind of got annoyed today. i don't really know why. i just did. maybe i didn't eat enough or something and got a hunger headache and then got pissy. that was probably it.

we had our presentations on the graduate today in film and i completely forgot to do it, but i winged it and i think it went alright.

ah, only two more days of school, praise jesus.

i'm having a party on friday. woooooohoooooo.

and i'm going to the cavs vs. lakers game tomorrow. i wasn't supposed to go because i didn't return the clothes from anthropologie that i was supposed to like last week but i made some other returns so now i am! yay!!!!

um, new obsession: house of pain. i'm like getting so into them. "back from the dead"=totally sweet. everlast is a good rapper.

okay, i'm gonna go, uh do some stuff, idk. ttfn!