Knuckles.

I know I'm supposed to be doing homework right now, but this blog entry is urgent.  And it's about.  .   .
[Shayla Kay].

Here's the thing about Shayler.  She is a blessing.  I just love her.  She's real and she's honest and she loves.  And she can relate to me.  She falls how I fall. She understands what I understand, and she seems to feel for people the way I feel for people.  Which causes that whole 'getting each other' thing.  And I just think it's great.  And I love her.  And she is funny.  And she sometimes jokes about being a nun.  But then I remind her that nuns only kiss knuckles; and since she also likes to kiss like I kiss, I know that she could not live with only kissing knuckles.  Girls like us kiss lips, not knuckles.  And she often loses her keys.  And sometimes I find them for her.  And right now, she has a towel on her head.  And she writes really good blogs that I love to read.  And she hiccups and says "Pardon me" in the cutest voice.  And she thinks I'm cute.  And she can blow really good bubbles because she has a cute gap in her teeth.  And she giggles with me and supports my decisions to skip class (only to a healthy extent).  And mostly.  I just love her. 

And that has been my urgent message.