Someone who slits their wrists (down the street, not across the road), and then drinks a blood martini. These very special emos still have enough "happy" quotient in their body to appreciatethe taste of good blood. All metallic-y...
Stacey: ZOMG Anna just cut herself and thenpoured the blood into a glass and drank it!
Tracey: ZOMG she's a vemo?!?
n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself. Originally from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows and is simply beautiful in every way.