Vacant

A good friend told me my blog is a vacant expression of what it once was. I used to air out the truth as I saw it and now I merely write on the periphery my own life. I put just enough out there to be safe, proof that I am indeed living. But not enough to expose myself. But occasionally I feel the urge to say more. Don't get me wrong. It isn't that I want to write more substantial thoughts, it is actually the trivial stuff I've been holding close to the chest. Like yesterday, when I spent ever so long contimplating how "Monte Carlo" had become a cheap synonym for Vegas. And somehow the place Monte Carlo made me think of the 70's and Farrah in all her hair flipping glory. It made me think of old Bond films and the colors yellow and brown. And how, although these things are cool once again, Monte Carlo won't be. Maybe the final nail in its coffin was having a car named after it (although the casino wasn't much help either). But then my final thought was that if I had a chance to actually go to Monte Carlo, I would go, and I would probably love it. And that ended the flip and the flop and a tangent no one really wants to know about. Yes, this is really how I think.