For a while, Courtney Love was writing a MySpace blog. But, then, she realized that was so 2005 and decided to upgrade her social networking set up. So, she wrote this post in July:
whoops there gores the nerighbourhood
so it is true and my space is eating it?
yeah i am having my mgmt send me to facebook when oa sked them they asked for my ssn its not MY ssn but still it as mighty rude so i helf a sign up saying 666 66 6666 with a timne clock on it on the pic and sent it flipping em off so i could be ne on facebook
whooo look what happens with unfiltered fucking comments, gross, did yoi even bother to read whsat i wrote your so stuck up your own asses, some of you
its hysterical thats exactly how theyt fuck my kid becuse tards like you make it seem like itrs easy, ” oh shes a bitch lets pretend we re respected lawyers in teh NYC SUPREME COURT”
x16 in one day, and lien her KID for 169 ,000 x 16.
if it was just me id have been gone long ago but im staying around for the sho mothefuckers say what youw ant until the mgmt gets ona nd filters its noce to know you retarcs are stillout there, wow,. im impressed, so are a bunch of asshole bankers,
notice thetrillions in infrastructure dying under YOUR feet, yeah well talk to Weitzmana nd Azoff about that talk to her greedy and STUPID king rat of a trust fund my employees have illegally and via perjury turned it aroudn so my kid will be fucked and in a bank owned by lawyers who have fucked her this isnt even about ME forget ME …
goign to twit and facebook, so au revoir have at it,
i cannot believe your still that little fraction of you so stuck up your own asses thatyoud let 74 year old men be less intrigueing than your courtneyloveis a bitch comments
i miss myhusband every day and its sick when peopel say that shit,
these wealth managers and cpaa and bankers and lawyers count on you lw iqd inliers thats for sure,
but noones trying to tell you i need or want my kids money, they do, so shut the fuck up
supreme court?
SUPREME COURT? im so apoplcetic as an AMERICAN right now that wietzman is so deluded that he can in his psychoiss go the nyc ny state supreme court and lien my CHILD<
let alone me.
so shut it til you get it,
btw that perfume was roja dove and it was a gift and its 3000 pounds a bottle , its sickening, but its fabulous.
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Is there a deeper meaning here? Yes, there is. Let me translate for you:
Wowzers! Things Change So Quickly These Days! It's Hard For A Girl To Keep Up!
I've always loved being on MySpace but I've come to realize it's sorta outdated. And I'm not the kind of girl to wear last year's fashions!
I asked some friends for help to set up a Facebook account – because everyone says it's so nifty! But, they wanted a lot of personal information I was not comfortable with sharing. A lady always has to have some secrets and you can't be too careful these days!
I have to say I'm kerfunkled by some of the comments on my blog lately. I think, perhaps, it's time to have screened comments. People can sometimes be big old meanies!
That said, I'm going to put up a strong front and not let it get me down. You know what they say: When you work with turkeys fly like an eagle!
On to other things. It's been a hard week. Some of my employees have had issues and I don't know what I'm going to do about that. And, there's been a little bit of legal trouble. And, I really miss my husband. Sometimes it's hard to be a grown up!
The worst part is that people seem to think I want Frances Bean's money. I really don't. I'm trying to protect her like any good mother would! Oh well, I have faith in America's legal system and I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding that will get sorted out down the line.
Anyway, soon I'll be on Twitter and Facebook! I hope I make some groovy new friends!
There is some good news. I got a present! It's a really beautiful bottle of perfume. I thought it was somewhat too expensive of a gift, but it smells so nice I couldn't say no! Thanks – you know who you are!
Toodles!
[Via http://courtneylovetranslated.wordpress.com]
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