august 6th

dear amberly.
your work is ruining my life.
i just want to play with you everyday, but your always gone.
and, when you are here, trent muclure steals you away. not really sure whats going on with that.
last night i had a dream that we were at disneyland. we were there. and we wanted to go on some rides, but mom wouldn't let us, and i was so upset, and my hair kept falling in my face, and i was giving mom some finger guns behind her back, and you were trying to fix my hair, and i finally just fell over on the ground at alice and wonderland and cried. and you were trying to stick a headband in my hair, and i woke up, and i was crying.
i think it means something.
but i cant really tell.
good thing we are going to disneyland in february.
good thing you are my best friend.
and good thing we act like whiny five year olds when we're together.
i love you.
love cammie.