So.....I met a guy

I meet a guy when I was down in Melbourne roughly a month ago. I've told a few select people about him but I didnt want to go shouting it from the roof tops because I wasnt exactly sure what it was. Well....now I'm shouting it from the roof tops. We've been emailing since the night we met and last week stepped it up to a few phone calls. He's even coming out to see me the beginning of February. In one of the emails i told him that i was dedicating zz tops "sharp dressed man" to him. He responded in kind and said he was dedicating Frank Sinatra's "All The Way" to me. Niki asked me yesterday if I had looked up the lyrics. I said no and that I should probably do that. She beat me to the punch and sent me the lyrics this afternoon. Oh......my.....lanta!!!! Without further adieu:

All the Way

When somebody loves you
Its no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way

Taller than the tallest tree is
Thats how its got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue see is
Thats how deep it goes - if its real

When somebody needs you
Its no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may

Who know where the road will lead us
Only a fool would say
But if youll let me love you
Its for sure Im gonna love you - all the way, all the way

Creepy Mc Creeperson

So....weird start to my day. First I wake up from my weird arse dream in which I smoke. Thing is.....this isnt the first time I've dreamed this. Can someone interpret my new found habit in my dreams please??

Then...I have a weird message from some guy who is friends with my friend Tina but not me. The message was as such:

"Whitney, I would kneel for you. You are great.

me"

Yikes!!

Hopefully the day will get less weird as it continues.
Man....i could use a cigarette right now...;P

pink eye...super

So....I think I have pink eye. Awesome! It looks like you havent slept in a week and you wake up, unable to open your eyes because they're crusted shut. So....you painfully open the one that is the least crusted and stumble your way to the bathroom with one eye somewhat open. Next you attempt to open the other eye from its crusty tomb with a warm washcloth. Too bad it doesnt wipe off with the ease of wiping chalk of a blackboard. No...its takes commitment and a delicate touch.

While I havent been to the doctor to obtain an official diagnosis, I feel that WebMD nailed it after I plugged in my symptoms, some of which I'll spare you from hearing. It spit out pink eye a.k.a. conjunctivitis. Neat...real neat.

If only I could get my hands on the passenger who gave this to me.....

tO bE...

sought aFter
dEsired
wAnted
caRed for
hEld
loveD
fought fOr
pRotected
coNtent
mOre than a friend
aT peace

this is what i long tO bE