Badass Frankie — Hardcover Journal
Frankie doesn’t just stay on your wall — she bleeds onto the page. The Badass Frankie Journal transforms everyday note-taking into cult ritual, fusing dark humor, gothic stationery, and saga-fueled storytelling. Sharp black-line artwork, branded with the blood-red Die Jimmy Die signature, makes this more than a notebook — it’s a vessel of vengeance, bound in attitude and built for chaos.
Why you’ll use it: because journals should do more than hold words. This one carries the saga — fueling your plots, sketches, and curses with cult energy. Crack it open, and you’re not just writing… you’re engraving allegiance to Frankie’s cause.
- 90gsm blank paper for unrestricted creativity
- Flexible casewrap binding for comfort and ease
- Durable matte laminated cover with a sleek finish
- 128 blank pages perfect for writing, doodling, or planning
- Compact 5" x 7" size — portable for on-the-go inspiration
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“The Badass Frankie Journal isn’t just paper — it’s prophecy. Matte cover, smooth pages, and that blood-red signature scream gothic stationery. Perfect for plotting revenge notes, doodling chaos, or keeping my Die Jimmy Die collector’s saga alive in ink.”
“Opened my Frankie hardcover journal at the coffee shop and the barista whispered, ‘Team Frankie?’ Pages are thick, binding is solid, and it nails that mix of alt lifestyle merch and cult storytelling. 10/10 — Frankie’s now my co-author.”
“Every note I write in the Badass Frankie journal feels like part of the saga. Durable hardcover, smooth paper, and the vibe is pure dark humor stationery energy. It turned my daily to-do list into an immortal saga scripture. Writing never looked this dangerous.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: Straight Line, Steady Hand
Day 14.
So I traced a straight line from my eye to his bad decisions and let the weight of the steel do the rest. Breath in, breath out—no tremble, no mercy, no rush. He winked and smiled (of course he did). The gun explodes; Jimmy’s smirk shattered just before the bullet hit. The room smelled like the first kiss of a curse cracking.
I kept the bow tie — the last ribbon in his sight before the fall. The shot rang clean, but certainty is a ghost I can’t hold. Was this the end, or just another rehearsal of fate? If he rises tomorrow, so will I — eyes steady, vow unbroken. Die, Jimmy, Die. Patience is my sharpest weapon.
