After almost four years of having this MySpace, I've posted 1000+ photos, 419 blogs and have made some friends here and there. A lot has happened over my freshman to senior years of Myspace; I saw the birth of my son, the death of my marriage, the frantic pursuit of trying to find myself somewhere in the mix. It truly is like a time capsule, in that, I can go back to any moment within these past four years and just by reading something, can be taken back in memory and see where I've come from. I'm retiring the page, but it will stand as more of a museum of sorts; a place to come back to years from now to reminisce about the way it was. I am happy to say though, I am glad the way things have turned out for me, with a few lessons here and there.

Catch me on Facebook if you want to stay in touch. I'm sure I'll periodically check in now and then, but most likely, to nothing new.

P & L,
-Trav

Hey guys,

We're gonna help out my cousin Herb a bit and work hard to try and get him some more friends on MySpace and I need your help!

I'm asking everyone who reads this to please do something for me: Email these three late night shows and tell them you want Herb Guyly to appear on their show! It will take you about five minutes to do. I know, I know, "But I have to compare my friends!", you say. Come on, I'm just asking for five minutes, then you can get back to deciding who's the better kisser.

The Late Show with David Letterman
(choose request and The Late Show with David Letterman

Late Night with Jimmy Fallon
(choose Late Night with Conan O'Brien from the select show drop down menu)

Jimmy Kimmel Live!
(choose Jimmy Kimmel Live! from the drop down menu)

*Make sure that you tell them you want to see Herb Guyly on their show! The more people we get to request him as a guest, the better our chances of seeing it happen! I am personally sending an email to each show once a day until Herb gets on! Thank you so, so much for your help! It will also help out if you copy this note and post your own note on your own page!

Now, let's get Herb on LATE NIGHT!

My feet touch no ground
my hands touch not my face
my body broken and bound
my dying heart is my grace
you puncture me with iron
you stab me with cold steel
though my body knows great pain
it is your suffering  that I feel
...and so it is finished
three days in Hell...
I hear the weeping of my daughters
as I was slain by my sons
my time with you is over
yet my work still goes undone
and inside you would see darkness
void of color, void of bright
I’ve gone from Heaven to Hell
and I now fill that void with light
they came to me to tend
they traveled to me to see
yet found me not inside
and when seen, did not see me
It is still I...
my hands still bear the mark
so to you I leave my Spirit
of whom the herald angels hark
and charge you with great commission
to finish that which I did start
until the day that I return for you
and from your suffering do you depart

It's hard to say

when the day is done

and you're left alone

and it's at your side

you feel the quiet now

you know it's overwhelming

so you rest a while

and you wonder why

everyone's a twinkle

in your eyes

everyone's a whisper

in your mind

everyone's a little

in disguise



They say it's hard to know

when the world stops shaking

where you'll wind up where

you'll find your feet still moving

so you'll want to rest a while

and wonder why

you're a no one

in everyone's eyes

you're a fault to blame

and soon expired

you're a temporary way

to a great escape

you're the everyone

who's in disguise

I'm coming home again

to sing a song about nothing

the last words I sang to you

drowned at the bottom

they just want to breathe again



Entertain a brand new notion

find out what digging in means

simplify the things of our life

wander near and far again

make a splash and swim in your ocean



Test it out and take it back

there's a hole in our philosophy

no motive to sooth the pain

care not about any more worry

it's too much to try and keep track



Sometimes you hurt me

in the dark you sit alone thinking

never know what's going on

the pressure's up and it's boiling

I left to sing songs about being