| It's 5:30 am and this definition lies on my Google homepage:
ennui: a feeling of weariness and dissatisfaction arising from lack of interest.
I totally read the last word as 'internet.'
Obsessed?
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I did it! DFM's first e-zine issue is complete. Download it; it's free and chock full of inspiration.  |
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Freaky? Oh, yes.
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| I went to the bank today, where the line was tremendously long. Really long. Like Sony PSP release morning long. So I took a deep breath and filled out my deposit slip, dropping it on the electronic deposit box on my way out.
And then I saw her. A blonde, middle-aged overweight woman who was fanning herself and sighing uncontrollably. As if it was too hot for her to stand in line anymore. As if the masses of people were making her brain explode into claustrophobic madness.
As if the SINGLE check she was fanning herself with would bring her boiling blood back to room temperature.
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| I sold my first Treeting. My sister bought it, which may or may not offend a real artist, but since I'm not a real one, I find it incredibly endearing.
I have pretty much the best sisters in the world. And if you don't have one, you should really get one. You know, adopt or something. Can you adopt a sister?
Anyway, I am now $6.79 richer, and I'm SO framing the receipt. Because if my sister loves it, then I love it, too.
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