urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice wehavemice wehavemice 2006-07-05T02:55:46Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:2147 2006-07-05T02:55:46Z 2006-07-05T02:55:46Z Oh, snap!<br />It's the 4th of July, and I totally forgot to wear my fucking AMERICAN FLAG T-SHIRT!!! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:2043 2006-07-04T05:40:37Z 2006-07-04T05:40:37Z You know, I suppose there comes a time in every single gay man's life (after they've reached a certain age... say, 25), where they say to themselves, "Hey, you know what, fuck it. I'm just gonna start dating fat, hairy, 60-year-olds."<br />And, you know what? I'm almost to that point. Because I know that a fat, hairy, 60-year-old would pay me some attention. Because it's for damn sure I'm getting no love from anyone in my own age range.<br />AND... who the fuck would (give me attention, I mean)? Some vapid, vacuous little piece of shit that reads fucking Nicholas Sparks/Candace Bushnell/Dan Brown/James-fucking-Patterson novels, watches fucking "Desperate Horsewives," and thinks that fucking rotten corncob-of-a-cunt Paris Hilton is something to aspire to/idolize (oh, and of course he too has a SMALL DOG)?<br />Because it often seems like that's all that's really out there.<br />Umm, no thanks.<br />At least I could maybe get some money from blowing an old fat dude.<br /><br /><br />Dear self esteem,<br />Where have you gone? I'm Travis. And I'm here for when you get back.<br /><br /><br />Jesus. I'm not a very vain person. But I happen to think that I have at least a little to offer. I mean, I read interesting books, I'm creative, I have a sense of humor, I dress well without following stupid fashion trends, I like good music, I can drink like a champ, I'm fairly secure in who I am (maybe it's my hair?).<br />Are all those things like faggot kryptonite?<br />Or am I just way the fuck off? Am I just a fat, lazy fucktard that tries too hard? Please, let it not be so...<br />Whatever. This is what happens when drink and loneliness converge.<br /><br />P.S. - Oh, and that guy i asked out? Apparently he's been DATING someone, but didn't know how to tell me that. So I guess he thought it would be better to just "not reply to my e-mails," which is way better. Fucker. I hope he gets crabs. <br />P.P.S. - I know I'm a fucking hypocrite. I fucking know that. And I've never maintained otherwise. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:1696 2006-07-02T00:16:27Z 2006-07-02T00:16:27Z I can tell that Summer is officially here because my balls have started to sweat in earnest.<br />Swear to god, it's a bad scene down there.<br /><br />Still sore from yoga on Wednesday, but it was fun!<br /><br />Unsure of what I will do this evening. Have told several people I will call them back, but I obviously can't do something with all of them, now can I?<br /><br />I have an audition for a show tomorrow. I probably won't get cast.<br /><br />Waiting (metaphorically) by the phone for a guy to call. He probably won't.<br /><br />But keep your fingers crossed, and send positive thoughts! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:1453 2006-06-28T15:13:06Z 2006-06-28T15:13:06Z Xiu Xiu mix I'm beginning to think that my life consists of little more than me gradually realizing and accepting the fact that I am unremarkable in every way. <br />So that's been fun.<br /><br />Today: Yoga Yoga with Jaime. Perhaps take the canoe out. Maybe coffee with Shannon.<br />Tonight: Free beer and music with Jude and Skola.<br />Huzzah!<br />P.S. - Why I gotta obsess so much? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:1208 2006-06-21T02:18:02Z 2006-06-21T02:18:02Z Judy Garland - "Judy at Carnegie Hall" So, as mentioned before, I had no plans for this past weekend. Under recent circumstances, this should have been a good thing. As of late I've been busy, busy, busy, so I was relishing a little down time.<br />Apparently, "down time" translates to LAME TIME.<br />Because this weekend blew. Lame, lame, lame.<br />A recap...<br />Friday, I had work. So yay there.<br />Friday evening, I was sitting around when my friend Shannon called me. I've been house-/pet-sitting for my friends Mike and Jaime, so I invited her over. So she came over and we talked briefly about going out for coffee/drinks, but we ended up deciding we'd rather just stay in and watch TV and talk. My friend Mergen called Shannon, and we invited him over. I had the first season of "Strangers with Candy" on DVD, and since I've been uber-excited about the forthcoming movie, I decided we had to watch that. So we did. And I enjoyed it (as I do) and they just sort of sat there. That bummed me out. I hate watching something that I love with people who are ambivalent about it. It's like they're killing my excitement. I mean, if I'm watching something that I really love, I get into it. I want to talk about it afterward. Not just sit there. So, lame.<br />Saturday, I had work. So yay there.<br />Left work early due to scratch in my throat and hatred towards my job.<br />I made plans Friday evening to go with some friends from Coda to see "I Love my Dead Gay Son (the Musical!)." Wasn't really feeling up to it, but I went to placate people.<br />Let me say this about the show [IHMDGS(tM!)] - it was a) a musical, and b) an adaptation of "Heathers."<br />Now.<br />Normally I don't go in for that sort of thing, but it was not that bad. I laughed a few times and had a smile on my face for most of the show. The company I was with was somewhat of a downer and I constantly felt like I was on the verge of mortally offending them, but... feh.<br />By the end of the show, I was coughing up a lung and really wanted to go home, but everyone else felt like going out to the Peacock. I decided I was probably going to feel like ass the next day anyway, so I might as well go along and try to have fun.<br />Ha, mistake!<br />Normally, I enjoy myself at the Peacock. However, the people I was with don't normally go out. As in ever. As in when they do go out, it's kind of socially awkward. And I was also VERY underdressed. So I felt like shit, spent $25.00 on drinks that I didn't drink, and felt like a complete eyesore due to flip-flops, t-shirt, and ripped jeans.<br />Sunday, I had work. But I felt like shit, so I called in. So yay.<br />Sat around Mike and Jaime's all day, napped, watched a ton of "Battlestar Galactica" and was unable (due to ill feelings)to go out for drinks for Ben's B-day (which was like the one thing I was actually looking forward to this weekend. Boo.).<br />Monday, I had the day off. Watched a ton of "Battlestar Galactica" again. So effin' good!! Yay!<br />Still felt like ass, and was unable (again!!!) to go out for b-day drinks with Ben (which, I hear, was very fun and entertaining).<br />So, here I am, sitting alone with dogs and cats, doing laundry.<br />I think I may just have to have a few (more) drinks. <br />I am feeling better.<br />Also, I almost got into it with my crazy ass co-worker, Laurie. I swear to God, she is gonna get an assful of talking to one of these days. Believe that! urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:952 2006-06-16T22:42:39Z 2006-06-16T22:47:38Z Regina Spektor - "Begin to Hope" I realized today that it can sometimes be difficult, when on the phone with strangers, to tell whether a person is drunk or just old.<br /><br />This is the first weekend in a long, long time that I have absolutely nothing planned (other than work) and that fucking rocks.<br /><br />Also, new discovery - and the best $1.62 I spent today:<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://www.spokane7.com/images/2005/oct/7/sev_07metromint_10-07-2005_JV5MB8C.jpg" /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:755 2006-06-16T07:56:42Z 2006-06-16T22:44:31Z CFTPA - "Etiquette" If you don't want me to write about all the stupid things you do, don't do stupid things. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:wehavemice:338 2006-06-15T06:34:33Z 2006-06-15T06:34:33Z Dresden Dolls - "Yes, Virginia" Stupid people should not have money.<br />Rich, stupid people should not involve themselves personally with the arts.<br />If rich, stupid people decide to give that money away, it should not be done with strings attached.<br />And, when given away, it should be given to me.<br /><br />I have a dog's head in my lap.<br />And I have yet to win the lottery. Boo.