Yesterday was my half-birthday. I turned 26 and 1/2 yesterday.  I can't normally complain about my age because most people around me are older. My sister is 31, my boyfriend is 30, etc. I also don't like to complain about my age because if it is someone younger, they sorta just nod in agreement that I am, in fact, getting old. I can see it in my hands and eyes. I feel it in my lips. I don't mean to seem bitter but what happened to my childhood? I was so busy with all the nonsense that was my life that I missed those years. Now the good times are here and all I want is the past. This is pretty typical of me though, to long for what's gone. 

mr yunioshi

Who doesn't love Mickey Rooney? I mean, really...and for some reason I am laughing at the thought of him as Mr. Yunioshi from Breakfast At Tiffany's.