Morning Has Broken....

As the old girl would say, a coathanger in the mouth.
STFU Comedy Paramount Central, i'm writing.
There, mute.
Butterflies in the tummy.
Self conciousness about breath, kissing, cuddling, squashing.
Doing nothing but talking 'til the early hours of the morning.
I will share no more of my happiness with you, for it is mine! And for the aforementioned reason...

So. I realised something tonight whilst talking to Ben. It's odd, I am so aware that I talk a lot around him. A lot about myself. As if he's some sort of counseller to me. I don't know. I trust him, and I like him to know everything about me, it just spews out of me like one of those things in a canal, but there is always the part of me that's shouting 'JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP KIM! SHUT UP AND STOP BEING A TYPICAL 'ME ME ME' WOMAN!'.

I'm digressing.

But, I was explaining the circumstances (from what I understand of it) of my parents divorce. And I realised whilst saying it out loud just how much I have in common with my Dad. And I really really appreciate that fact and would love to have more of a connection with him. He is a nice man, all my friends say that about him. He is very shy. He has a reasonable sense of humour on him. And when my mom left him, he was literally heartbroken. He had a breakdown and showed all the symptoms that I now demonstrate (cheers genes!).
But yeah. And the whole, him buying me a car thing. He's a good man. A decent man. He does look after me the best he can without his bitch wife complaining. (HAHA, NO CAR FOR YOU, YOU CAN'T DRIVE!). God, if I were to watch Father of the Bride right now I think i'd actually run up to him in tears and hug him.

HOWEVER, I AM GOING TO WATCH HOUSE.

Tonight was wonderful. It really really was. I keep repeating these same old shit adjectives (is that the right one? So long A grade English), but it is true. Perhaps the complexity of this happiness is so mind boggling that I have just turned into that drooling slow guy outta the cartoons that says, 'i'll love him and pet him and take really good care of him'.

Shit. Half Four.
However, it is not morning. It is night. For I have not yet slept. And those are the rules.