Tuesday, December 6, 2005

Check out this event: Bobbi Billard's Birthday Party! You're Invited! :)

Check out this event: Bobbi Billard's Birthday Party! You're Invited! :)
Current mood: excited
Category: Parties and Nightlife

Hosted By: Bobbi Billard
When: Friday Dec 09, 2005 at 9:30 PM
Where: Prey
643 N. La Cienega
Hollywood, CA 90069
Bobbi Billard's Birthday Party! Party with ME & my HOT model girlfriends!

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Sunday, December 4, 2005

Add Me!! Add Me!! Add Me!!

Way back in the day, before I edited my profile to hide my MySpace comments section from all of you, I used to get like 50,000 annoying Add Me! Add Me! comments each and every day. I've always had a lot of friends and some of you were smart enough to realize that by posting to my page, you'd get a bunch of adds. Needless to say, it got out of hand. It got to the point where I had to block some of you, because I was getting sick and tired of having to go thru and delete people for spamming the fuck out of my page. So I decided to change my profile so that nobody but me could see my comments anymore. And magically... all of that ASCI madness ended. However, I decided that I miss those days just a teeny tiny bit. So here it is... this blog is dedicated to all of you friend whores out there.

I've decided to finally do something for you guys aside from hitting delete and block. This is guaranteed to get you a whole bunch of new friends by simply posting a comment that says "Add Me" or however else you'd like to creatively beg for more friends. All you have to do is play by these simple rules which are as follows:

1. First come... First serve! DO NOT get all crafty and try to skip the line or your post is as good as garbage!

Please post only one time per person! Yes! You can accomplish your goal of getting more friends in only one easy post! What a friggin concept!

No HTML! I don't allow it so don't even bother. If your comment looks like a bunch of gibberish code, it will get deleted. And that's a promise!

4. DO NOT write ADD ME over and over again 50,000 times and take up the whole fucking page unless you want to get deleted and/or blocked! Come on now!

5. Make sure you add me first if you haven't already. My profile is located here: http://www.myspace.com/bobbibillard

6. If you are too lazy to read the rules and because of that break one or more, then this will teach you... I'll delete your post and you just wasted your time! How do you like that?

So have fun guys! And Happy MySpace Friend Whoring! And make sure that once you post your comment that you scroll back thru and add all of these people that are commenting too because they need new friends!

I promise to promote this blog very often by posting bulletins to all 300,000 of my closest myspace buddies asking them to check all of you out. By tomorrow, with the amount of promotion that I will do, this should make the MySpace's Most Popular Blogs list here. As you can see, my last post was in the top 3 with very little PR work on my part. Now don't go saying that I never did anything for you!

Bobbi Billard

Saturday, December 3, 2005

Don't be selling crazy... I'm all stocked up!

Hi everyone! Wow! It's been so crazy lately! Where do I begin? This is going to be a long one. I'm going to recap this week for you...

I've been packing all of my stuff up. I'm getting my house ready to be sold. Loridawn was down on Wednesday and then she came over again today to help out with all of the rest of the stuff that needs to be done. My house is starting to look empty now. I should get used to it! When I buy the new house and finally move in, it's going to look even more empty.

I haven't been able to get much sleep lately. I think the crazy lady next door must have called the cops again to harrass me because she thinks that I'm a porn star. That's a long story that I don't feel like getting into again but in short, part of the reason that I want to move is because a lady bought the house next door to me and she turned out to be the neighbor from hell! I've lived here for ten years and never had a problem until she moved in. Ever since she came to be a resident here, she's repeatedly called the cops on me for no reason whatsoever. One evening in particular, I was at home playing video games while tending to my dog that had just gotten attacked by another dog. I had the volume at a normal level... of course I wouldn't want the sounds of gunfire from Grand Theft Auto blasting away when my dog is in a whole lot of pain with drains sticking thru his skin and staples up his belly. She called in a noise complaint and continues to waste tax payer dollars on a regular basis. Another evening, my god daughter was in bed sleeping with the door opened and she had phoned in another noise complaint. Yeah! We were talking so loud that my god daughter slept thru the whole entire thing! I'm dripping with sarcasm people! And all of this drama because she said she doesn't like what I do for a living. I'd never even seen her before but apparently she knew all about me already in the short two months that she had lived here. She told me that she would keep calling the cops until I'm friggin' out of here! And that's a direct quote from the horse's mouth. God! I can't wait to move!

I was in bed asleep and got woken up to someone banging on the door at around 2:30 am on Wednesday night / Thursday morning. I guess I must snore so loud that I desperately needed to get a visit from the authorities. I didn't answer and they left about 10 minutes later. It wasn't easy for me to go back to sleep that night. I tossed and turned to no avail.

Then on Friday at 1 am, I was sleeping and I received a phone call. I didn't pick up the first time because I think I woke up too late to get to the phone in time. Either that or I answered and nobody said anything. I can't remember now. Anyway, I went back to sleep and the same person called back again... someone from the 602 area code which is in Arizona. I had no clue who it was but I was anxious to know who was calling me so urgently at 1 am, so I picked up the phone. I said hello several times and no one said anything back. I waited a bit and finally I could hear something... I heard Marilyn Monroe singing the infamous "Happy Birthday Mr. President" song to me. My birthday's not until the 12th but whatever... so I'm listening and then they started playing that DuckJob Sound Wav that I have in my members area. I was like, "What the fuck! Who is this?" Then they started playing some other cartoon thing that I didn't recognize and could barely hear so I can't remember what it said now. Then the next thing I heard shocked the hell out of me. It sounded like a computerized voice, like a cross between the Speak & Spell dude or the guy from the movie Scream calling me. The voice said something about being at my place now and that they were coming to get me. Then the computerized voice said, "Your phone lines will be cut. You won't be able to call the cops! You can run but you can't hide!" followed by a "You're dispicable!" from Daffy Duck. I hung up the phone and got my gun out and waited. I kept checking the phone to see if my lines were indeed cut like the caller had said. Needless to say, I didn't get any sleep that night. And the fucked up thing is I know who did it! The friggin idiot had called me and his number showed up on my caller ID. I had been gone the whole day and there were a bunch of calls from this same person. I think he was trying to reach me all day with his urgent psycho message. I called back the number and said, "Hey asshole! You just woke me up and threatened my life. Not smart! I will call the cops and you better not call me ever again!" Click!

The weird thing is that when I saw the number from Arizona, I started thinking about the people that I knew from that state. I don't know very many. My first instinct was who it turned out to be. Don't mess with me... I'm a smart cookie! I was able to obtain his full name and address by simply dialing 602-555-1212. I had decided to call because I thought I had recognized his voice off of the message and I wanted to see if I was indeed correct. Plus, I wanted to know if I was in any immediate danger. If this guy was calling me from his home phone in Arizona, then I didn't have as much to worry about... because he was far away. If he was calling me from a cell phone, then he could have been right outside my door for all I knew.

So I know exactly who this guy is without a doubt... He's a fan. A long time ago, I've heard of this guy's escapades. Back when I was on Glamour Cams, I guess he had had a problem with a few of the girls. They actually banned this guy from attending any of the Glamour Cams shows for a while. I received a long email about this person and it warned us to be careful of him.

Apparently, he worked for American Express and was using his job there to obtain information about all of the girls on the network thru their credit reports and also a site called US Search. I guess the girls were able to get him fired from his job because he was using his position there to look up personal information about people which might be illegal and is definitely not a practice that is sanctioned by the people in charge over at AMEX. I heard that he was talking shit about certain girls because a lot of girls lie about their age and marital status for business reasons. I also heard thru the grapevine that he'd given me props about being one of the few who was forthright about all of my information. I heard that one or both of the girls that he was into was/were pretending to be single while they were really married or had a live in boyfriend or something, and one or both of them had lied to him about her/their real age(s). I was told that he would mention the information that he had about the particular girl in the chatrooms when the girls weren't in the room. I also heard that one or both of those girls had taken him for a ride financially which had caused him to snap. One year, he was banned from attending Glamourcon because he had made death threats against the girl that he had once liked so much. And I also heard that he had showed up on the doorstep of one of his interests uninvited. These girls obviously felt concerned about their safety.

I don't know the whole story, but I had seen him around over the years. Yeah, there was a bit of caution in me... but I was always nice to him. He seemed harmless to me and I found him to be quite funny during all of the cam chats that we had over the years. I didn't think that I had anything to worry about because I wasn't really his type... he was into brunettes (although I had died my hair brown for a little bit, so maybe that is why he took an interest in me a little more then before). And besides, I'm not the type of girl to work someone and take them for a ride, so I thought that I was safe. But there always was that little voice in the back of my head that warned me to be cautious when speaking to him, and rightfully so, because of all that I had heard. I knew that it was not a good idea to let him in too much so I would only speak to him when spoken to. It's a good thing that I had gotten the heads up or I might have let him in more. I had always thought that he was a pretty cool guy!

Thinking back on things, there was something strange that had transpired during one of my chats with him. A long long time ago, I held my dog up to the cam and some people had joked around about being able to read my phone number off of my dog's tag. So I told the people in chat that if they really got my phone number, prove it... call me right now. My phone rang less than a minute later. It was this same guy. He was the only person that called me. To this day, I do not know if he really got my number off of my dog's tag or if he had gotten it from the information that he had obtained while he was still working for American Express. I hadn't heard from him ever again. He didn't abuse the fact that he had my number or anything (until recently). I'm wondering where he got my home phone number from because I had had my number changed a few years after he had lost his job at AMEX. And I've never given him any of my numbers. I guess he was able to find a job in which he's got access to people's information again. Fucking fantabulous!

And what's really fucked up is that this year at Glamourcon, this guy stayed by my booth practically the whole entire convention. I was too nice to say anything to him but he really ruined my business. I had long lines of people but he didn't leave and no one could get a word in edgewise. I even took a hit on a website's writeup of the convention because of this guy. You can read the article here: http://www.weightsnet.com/gallery/me/2005/Glamourcon_37/Glamourcon_37.html. They wrote, "Tried to get a picture with Bobbi Billard but she spent so much time talking to industry guys/friends that I blew her off." I guess I'm not the only person that noticed. This guy seriously cock blocked me that whole weekend! I had people complaining to me about him but I didn't have the heart to hurt his feelings and ask him to move on. Not only that, but he didn't even buy one thing from me. That's fine and all... I like to say hi and have fun and all that. I don't care if you don't buy anything from me or if you want a picture here and there. No worries! And yeah, I'm like one of the only ones that doesn't charge for taking a pic of or with me. But when you don't buy anything AND prevent me from making other sales throughout the entire duration of the convention, that's not cool! And I was still nice to this guy in spite of all of this. So where in the hell does he find the nerve to call me and wake me up in the middle of the night threatening to cut my phone lines, etc.? Hey dude! Don't be selling crazy over here! I'm about all stocked up at the moment! K?

All of this couldn't be happening at a more perfect time for me. I'm already planning on moving, so he won't have my address anymore. And from now on, I will not be receiving any of my bills at my new home address. I don't even want the credit reporting agencies to know where I am living in case this guy has a job again which enables him to have access to this infomation. Unfortunately, from now on, I am not going to ever be able to say which city I am living in. I'm going to have to change my myspace profile to say that I live in Orange County and that's as far as I am willing to elaborate after dealing with this crap. It really sucks that I have to live this way but I guess my safety has to come first. And I'm torn as to whether or not I will be able to attend appearances or conventions anymore unless I have a security guard with me. I love to meet all of you guys, but unfortunately, with the cost of a booth, and now having to pony up even more money for security in addition to what it already costs, I might not be able to afford to go. We'll see though. I don't want this asshole to spoil too much of my fun. I really don't make that much money off of attending those things anyway. I just go to have a good time... and because I want to be able to meet you guys and give you a hug in person. It would be a shame to not be able to go now. Don't the bad people always seem to ruin it for the good people in life? Fucking lame!