I just talked....to Jeff Ott. That's right. Jeff Ott.

So, get a MySpace account, talk to his ass. He's cool as shit.

If you don't know who Jeff Ott is, DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT IT. You're worthless.

Hey, I haven't written in a whie, so I thought I'd clue everyone in on what's been happening lately ( Read more... )

If anyone has a picture they can post on LJ, of me, that would be great. I don't seem to have any...

Everyone remember the game? Let's play a few rounds ( Read more... )

Alright people. I made it. I'm here. NO SHIT! I made it to the big time. As for now, I made a few new friends, had a mild heat stroke, and am ready to start classes Monday.

For the record, my address is:

Mike Wilcox
P.O. Box 308158
Denton, TX 76203

I fucking did it. I fucking did it. Lemme say that one more time for those of you who can't grasp: I FUCKING DID IT ( Read more... )

I just listened to the saddest song ever. It was an Eminem song about being a father and doing your best for your kids no matter what. Of course this song follows a long conversation with Josh ( Read more... )

I have had the worst night. By far, this surpasses everything and has encompassed my feelings and emotions into a glass ball, then shattered it onto the concrete ( Read more... )

I fucking hate it when people dont post on my journal. Look, if you read it, tell me what you think about it. Don't half ass shit either, make it good.

I'm bored. I've reduced myself to listening to the same, sad song over and over. The more I hear it, the more I think on it. I keep delving deeper and deeper into the depression of the mind that it's set in. I'm gonna write out the lyrics, but I encourage you to read about the man behind the song. For those who are frightened easily, don't ( Read more... )