March 4, 2362

I can't say I was surprised when Travis got a call from a friend back on earth to tell him his girlfriend was a cheating slut. From the sounds of it, Travis was the only one who didn't see it a mile away. He and I were in the cockpit at the time when he took the call.

This news seems to have really crushed him, and I resisted the urge to laugh and say I could have told him that. Instead I was actually kind and sympathetic, and he seemed to actually treat me like a person for once. And what really shocked me was he didn't go back to asshole mode when it occurred to him that he'd been just about crying on the shoulder of a woman he seemed to hate with a passion only an hour before. We'll see how long that lasts.

I swear, however, one of these days when he's prancing around in boxers and wife beater, I'm going to tackle his ass and have my way with him. The only things keeping me from doing this are the facts that I don't know if he'd press charges, if so what court system he'd do it in, and that I can usually get over it whenever I have a go with Blue. I'll have to thank him for keeping me from getting my ass in trouble.