31st birthday scrapbook
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The Birthday Cake. It was sitting here the day before my birthday and all I could do was look at it. Seriously Paula Deen? You want me to wait three days before I can slice that thing?!
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What did I do on my birthday? I slept in a little because I wasn't feeling completely well, taught a private theory lesson, and later that afternoon I drove to Diana's Dancewear because I decided I was too old for the full-sole ballet shoes that they give eight-year-olds to wear.*
HE-LLO new Gishko shoes!** I constantly sing the praises to these fantastic Russian shoes that magically mold my flat sad feet into something pointed and etherial.
And then I broke them in. While composing a piece in an hour.
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