shit out your mouth

lately i've been constipated with ideas. I just can't pull the trigger and vomit out the aray of stuff i've been thinking.... just writing this junk is taking time. I guess it's because of late I've been "the secretive type. I speak under my breath to be polite (i'm talking about you)," but I can't really say why, which makes me nervous and unable to sleep two days in a row. I lost my boomerang last night at Sunset Park, which reminds me that I need to go look for it - right now.