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JUNE 3, 2003 @ 07:27 AM | 96 COMMENTS


Mama will be so proud, a letter from a nice jewish boy...and look ma, even his EMAIL address sounds jewish. rosstamicah@yahoo.com

"D-
Arent you a jew? Cuz im one and I have an inkling that youre destined to be the biggest bitch in the history of the jewesses. Congratulations, your kids will be so proud. You can write the how-to for Jewish mothers. If you're not a jew, you act like one. But you look croatin. Wierd."

You would not believe how hard it is to find pictures of "croatin" people. Croatians on the other hand were rather abundant.
MAY 12, 2003 @ 10:16 PM | 119 COMMENTS


To the one I adore, a letter from my heart.

I dont have your bones and your skin but I want them.

Your Abandoned Ignorant Of Love
JANUARY 26, 2003 @ 06:50 AM | 333 COMMENTS


Look at the pictures
JANUARY 2, 2003 @ 08:02 PM | 97 COMMENTS


It started here....


"No, I don't work for Exotic (nor do I ever plan to), I was pointing how sick Debra Jean Danger's (the woman
who wrote this) sense of humor was concerning this
heinous crime. I already wrote a nasty letter to to
the publisher concerning her and how she shouldn't
even be writng this in the first place. As a woman I
find her offensive and and insensitive to rape victims
(I went through it when I was 19, before it was called
date rape). I was trying to convey that anyone who has
been raped would find this sickening, especially those
who have read it. It only brought up bad memories for
me when I read her garbage. All I could think was, how
could someone, a fellow female, be that cruel and
insensitive? Obviously Debra Jean Danger was never
raped in her life. This my personal opinion but I feel
that Debra Jean Danger needs to have her ovaries
removed for even joking about rape in the first place.
I know that sounds extreme, but that's how I feel
about any woman that jokes about rape like that. I
mayself would NEVER joke about something like that! So
the next time please read more carefully and try not
to confuse me with that lower form of female by the
name of Debra Jean Danger."


"I worked for several years at a Rape treament
center. I did the intake. I take great offense at
her concept of humor. And no I am not gonna join her yahoo group. "

"Personally I think that anyone who makes jokes about rape needs to be
shot on site. Rape is not a funny thing, I have known way too many
people who have gone through it and to even joke about it is sick."

"Now Exotic needs to flush this bitch! She seems to think that rape is funny!"

Yes. That's right. I think rape is funny. I should be killed for it. Me writing a humorous column about rape is much, much worse then murder, or forced surgery.


Buy Exotic to laugh and feel guilty...It's just like having sex with a deaf hooker, but funnier!
DECEMBER 20, 2002 @ 12:54 PM | 34 COMMENTS


I can't see the past. I can't see the future.
DECEMBER 19, 2002 @ 02:31 PM | 10 COMMENTS


I find my self shitblack facedown in the dirt. My hand or the wood. I want to know what will break first.
DECEMBER 18, 2002 @ 08:15 AM | 16 COMMENTS


Please don't make me cry anymore.

Food trash
Bloody noses
Crumbs in the bed
Going outside alone
Waking up
Children playing

Brother.
DECEMBER 16, 2002 @ 02:29 PM | 16 COMMENTS


Don't do your best here. This is the place where thought is taken.

No matter what you do I will be your friend.
DECEMBER 8, 2002 @ 06:51 PM | 33 COMMENTS


1. Something in the dirt that shines like your teeth shine in the bare bulb of my one room shack lays on the floor by the mattress...I know you held it in your hand like the newborn kittens we found under the porch of your mothers house that July day. Muggy. The sun gettin’ steamed just waiting for the storm to come cool it off. And we were hot too, hoping for the rain to wet our backs through our dusty shirts and turn us to mud.

2. When the rain came we turned. Not to mud but to crying children holding our heads and hands like the kittens moments before. The injustice of that day was the locked door. Stuck in the flood we never turned to mud but the world around us did. It looked to us the heart of the earth colapased under the weight of this little town. All the sadness and sin sucked back in, clean like we could never be. We stayed dirt in the rain.
DECEMBER 5, 2002 @ 10:06 PM | 18 COMMENTS


Today is a fine day. I know where my child is tonight and it has set me free.

People have been kind to me. Thank y'all.

I dream of of a friend and he dreams of me in dresses...


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