mansonshirley

I won't make apologies for my lack of attention to this journal because even though I've only been round a bit, when I see them on my page I roll my eyes and think to myself, See you in 5 weeks slag ( Read more... )

The band and I have made our way back to the fort in Madison where we'e set up shop and started reworking some of the tracks we had already cut. We're aiming for January 2005, but after setting my hopes so many times I'd rather not rely on that shite ( Read more... )

I was shaped and molded in my younger years. The damage endured as a child is that which will stay with you a lifetime through. The psychological effects of schoolground bullying can inflict more scars upon a soul than that of a violent battering, and such scars are those that I have carried since primary school ( Read more... )

Much has been written about me, the firey red, brammer supervixen, known to the world as Shirley Manson. That binty creature, however, is a fictional one, a Shirley-o'-the-wisp that jinks or dances from tabloid to tome, written by a flock of bampot's, with relentless inaccuracy. Nothing unusual about that: everyone who comes to public attention is ( Read more... )

This is my forray into putting my thoughts and feelings into readible form and I'm suspecting it may do me some good all whilst clearing out the clutter that nags me on a daily basis. I don't know what will come of this, but when has not knowing the outcome of something ever stopped me before ( Read more... )

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