Wednesday, November 6

dooce - it's not for kids: the longest elevator ride of my life Anyway, we make our way to the elevator, and because we're on the bottom floor of the monstrous parking structure, we have to wait a few minutes for the next ride. And Jon and I are looking at the three other people waiting with us, three complete strangers, and we're all silent, and we're all letting each other know through like telepathy or something that, yes, we're all here for the arty movie. People like us, people like those who are waiting with us, we don't have to talk about how cool we are. All you have to do is look at our arty vintage shoes.

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