Well... I've had about enough of the ridiculousness of mankind and went on a deleting binge.

No... nothing brought this on except for the overwhelming disgrace of the human population. Gosh.... if only like 5.5 billion people would just drop dead, we'd all be so much happier.

I swear to God people just can't drink enough Hater-Ade and Judger-Ade these days.

Anyway.... if you find that I deleted you, thats because:

a) I don't know you or we don't communicate whatsoever.

b) I have a paranoid feeling that you could be a fake profile of some enemy/family member trying to lurk into my awesome life that I would never divulge to you because your a fucking turd.

c) Why the hell should you get access to my life if you NEVER let me know that your lurking on the awesomeness of my life.

d) I don't need all of you anymore.

e) We used to be friends, but we don't talk anymore.

f) Why the hell did you ever add me anyway?

NOW....

I may have accidently deleted you during my swift, to the point, deleting binge.

If you feel I made a mistake (which I very well may have) OR if you really enjoy living your life vicariously through mine and just never told me that you look at my page at least once every few days... feel free to send me a message.

Not to be a cocky asshole, but I get too many page views a day and have NO IDEA who they are.... so basically I'm saying a big fuck you to the lurkers who are ON MY FRIENDS list who can't even fucking say hello.

**** If I deleted you, and you LIKE reading all my bullshit that I post, add me back and tell me that you a reader!****

Also.... if you stayed on my friends list and aren't sure why you passed this MASSIVE extinction of "friends"...this is because

a) You are my friend.

b) You enjoy and let me know that you enjoy checking out my page.  

c) I still want access to you.

d) I think you're cool.

One last thing to all my real life friends.... are you really my friend? If your answer is no, please..... just fucking delete me. If I'm not considered valueable to you in real life, then I don't want to be in your cyber life either. Trust me, you are not going to hurt my feelings.

And to all the petty haters out there, I hope you choke on your next glass of HATERADE!

Stop judging and start living!!!

As you may know, yesterday I went hiking in Forest Falls, and lost my cell phone, to which I was devastated.

I thought about going to look for it, however it seemed like a lost cause because I had no idea where it may have fallen out of my pocket. In addition, the area I was hiking in is not much else other than 1,000's of large rocks and boulders... I figured if I lost my phone it would either A) blend right in to all the rocks or B) have fallen and slipped between rocks to which I would never even spot it.

Well..... I was feeling lucky this morning so I decided to make the trip and waste all the gas and wear and tear on my car and go back up to the mountain. I inlisted a coworker to go along for the trip and as soon as work was done, we went on our journey to find the lost cell phone.

Of course everyone doubted me.... everyone thought FOR SURE the phone would never be found. But like I said.... I was feeling lucky.

So Megan and I get up there and start combing over my path in search for a needle in a hay stack. We finally approached an area of rocky cliff that I had climbed up the day before. As I prepare myself to begin the climb, what do I see staring at me in the face?

MY SWEET ASS LITTLE PHONE!!!

What do you know, my phone was perched face down on some rocks and had spent the night all alone in the cold, dark forest. Of course I snatched it up as if I just won the lottery and I screamed and shouted and jumped in the air. I couldn't believe it. It was an absolute miracle that I found it. The logical side of me was brewing all morning and highly suspected I would never find the phone, however, I knew I would feel better about the whole thing if I just went and looked. And there you have it. It was an absolute miracle that I found it amongst a sea of grayish white rocks. I still can't believe it....

On that note.... now I'm off to make a back up address book!

I went hiking today. Thought I might get lost.

It looks like the only thing that got lost in the forest was my CELL PHONE!!!

ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!! I have never in my life lost my cell phone, and NOW look what's happened!!!

I don't believe it.... I think I'm in shock. I keep thinking its just lurking in the shadows of my house somewhere just waiting to be stumbled upon..... but NO! I have searched far and wide. High and low. Inside and out..... and it's fucking GONE! Gone from the warm grip of my freakishly small hands. Gone from my life.

All my phone numbers..... a collection of 6 years wiped from from existence. Never again will I look into the zebra print wall paper or hear the annoying alarm in the morning. In fact...... how will I get up in the morning? My phone was my alarm! I don't have another alarm. This is just fucking TERRIBLE! And it's like..... I had so many numbers you know..... numbers of people who I won't call just to say, "Ummm, I haven't talked to you in forever, but can I have your number, I recently lost my cell phone."

And I know what you're thinking.... why would I want anyone's number who I haven't talked to in months???

BECAUSE people..... every now and then I like to call up random old friends to see how they are doing.

Or even the random irreplacable numbers such as my own private electrician who hooks me up.... now when I need electrical help.... WHO WILL I CALL?!?!?! Some local business who is going to rape me on cost? PSHHHHH! That's what I fucking get for losing my fucking phone. That's what I get!

And there are those numbers that you doubt you'd ever call..... but you hang on to them- JUST IN CASE!!!!!!!!!

Well guess what??? IT'S ALL GONE!!!!!

WAY TO GO REBA!!!!

So to all of you out there reading this now..... if you think there might be ANY chance that I had YOUR number in my phone, please send it to me so life can go on.

So this random chick finds me on MySpace. She and I are obviously meant to party together. She sends me this invite to the Bpm Magazine 12th anniversary party at the Avalon in Hollywood.

I looked up the flyer for it and found it to look pretty cool, so I called up some friends (Rocky, Jesus, Anthony and Angie) and we book it to the par-tay.

First of all.... the event was FREE. All I had to do was rsvp, but they didn't even check it at the entry. There was NO line, we just walked right in.... walked right into one of the coolest parties I've ever been to!

We got to see Ron Jeremy host a slut/dance fest on stage. We saw 2 Live Crew perform, and apparently that's cool. Also in the mix were some wicked DJ's including DJ AM who topped off the night with an hour long set. 

Once again, this shit was freeeeeeeee!!!! It was so fucking awesome. Rocky and I danced for like 2 solid hours. The music was fabulous and the vibes were great. It was like having a Saturday night rage-a-thon in the middle of the week. I'm extremely pleased. Thanks again to Kelly for the invite, and my friends that went with!

EDC was AMAZING--- just as I suspected.

There were sooooooo many people! The day started out rough with this HORRIBLE line experience. I mean, we're talking the WORST line experience I have EVER had in my entire life. Yes, it was THAT bad.

After 4 hours of nonsense, I was searched and jacked for all my bandana's (because they are "contraband"-- WTF!) I was let loose inside an adult playground. I was immediately given a new bandana from my buddy Peanut Butter Wolf and all was well in the world.

Hands down, probably one of the most amazing nights of my life! I have never been to such a massive event with so much going on. As big as the event was, I stayed in the Coliseum the entire night. How could I leave?! The fucking lights?! The music?! No way I was leaving the coliseum. Oh yeah and not to mention the 50,000 other people there with me dancing to Benny Benassi and Moby. I met sooooo many people and even saved a 16 year old girl's life. Well, at least I saved her friends anyway.

Okay but seriously, everyone really really needs to make room in their busy lives for EDC next year. You will NOT be disapointed.

I took a ton of phots and some video as well. Phots will be up later, but for now, check this shit out, they are short clips I shot while raging:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TM4szcgbxQc

Okay so I had work tonight, and I made the most money tonight I have EVER made in a shift at Chili's. And who do I have to thank? My friends and my team mates.

So you know that margarita contest I've been going on and on about?

Well, after today, there is NO way my team lost.

I sold 25 mutha fuckin margarita's tonight.

TWENTY FIVE!!!! WTF? Seriously! 25! Yeah I know, I was shocked too.

Special thanks to Jesus, Anthony, La Yoli, Tin Man and Mish who all came and ordered plethoras of margaritas! You guys made my night!

I also had some of my off duty team mates come in and order margaritas, and this guy Joey brought in 9 of his friends and they all ordered margaritas! It was effin ridiculous. I was soooooo busy tonight. But it was totally worth it. My team TOTALLY won the contest. Thanks to everyone who ever came in for a Margarita in the past few months! I totally rocked this margarita contest from begining to end!

I WIN!!!!!

I guess it's a good thing I didn't kill myself last Monday!

As many of you may have seen, I posted a bulletin earlier in the day and threatened to kill myself if no one came and had a margarita.

Well guess what...

No one came and had a margarita. Much like EVERY day I ask people to come have a margarita. I suppose I should live up to my word and just go kill myself.... but then.... what if... what if on Wednesday I sell enough margaritas to win!? It's crazy, but it just might work! I mean, if I went and killed myself NOW who KNOWS what Wednesday would turn out? I could very well prevail in this intense Maragarita contest!

And for those of you people out there messaging me and asking where it is that I work..... are you KIDDING ME?

Do I not post enough photos of me at work? Do I not blog about my job enough? Do I not slam the bulletin board with bulletin after bulletin inviting people to my work?! Does it not say right on my page where I work? For those that haven't caught on... I work at CHILI'S in SAN BERNARDINO.

And get this everybody, Wednesday I'm working the dinner shift. It is the last day of the contest. My last chance to sweep across the finish line in FIRST PLACE! If my team wins, we all get to go to the Karl Strauss brewery and do things that you do at breweries. Not to mention the bragging rights that I will surely pound into everyone else on a daily basis for at least a week.

So here's the dealio. I go into work at 3:30 PM this Wednesday the 25th. I usually take a break around 5:00 and I will probably be out by 7:30ish. There you go, the set up for your Wednesday evening. Come on friends, this is the last opportunity to help me out!

Once again, Chili's in San Bernardino. Off of Hospitality lane and Waterman.

On anoth note, we had a fantastic turnout for game night tonight! I guess that flyer I made really made its rounds.

Alright, it's getting too hot to blog.

Cheers!

A few things to say on this early Thursday morning. ( I couldn't sleep-- weird, I know.)

1. I just noticed that MySpace added advertisement space next to single photos in our photo albums. Like, when you click on one photo to look at it bigger, there's a a big giant advertisement next to the picture! WHAT THE FUCK?! This enrages me! Isn't their enough fucking advertising already?! First they added the advertisement links underneath the photos, now they have this huge ugly add RIGHT next to the photo and completly upstaging the picture! If I want to look at someone's mug up close, I shouldn't have to be badgered as to whether I'm "Hotter than Miley Cyrus" or not or be flashed strobing pink laptops repeatedly. I'm so pissed about this shit. I mean, this is serious. I can handle alllllllll the other annoying, lame ass advertising, BUT NOT THIS ONE! TAKE IT AWAY TOM!

2. I don't think you all understand. We are still having a margarita contest at work, and I NEED YOU TO COME HAVE A MARGARITA! We are in a team phase of the contest, and my fabulous team has sadly dropped into second place. You may be asking yourself how Reba let this happen. But guess what.... I didn't let this happen. YOU DID. By not coming and enjoying a delicious, icy cold Presidente Margarita or perhaps even our Platinum margarita YOU are causing me to LOSE! And guess what people, I don't like LOSING! So get your butts in gear and come have a damn margarita! Lunch time is the best time, because we get more points per marg for selling them at lunch (because it's harder to sell margs during lunch.) If my team wins we all get to go to some brewery and drink beer and all that bullshit. Honestly, I'm not even too excited for the trip, I just want to win because I'm a WINNER and that's what I do--- I WIN. (Except when I lost really really bad on the Price Is Right. DAMN!) Here is my schedule for the next few days, so you have no excuses.

Thursday June 19th (TODAY!)- 11 AM lunch shift (probably be done around 2:30 to 3)

Friday June 20th- 11 AM lunch shift (out time around 3ish)

Saturday June 21st- 11 AM lunch shift (out time around 2:30-3ish)

Sunday June 22nd- OFF

Monday June 23rd- 5 PM Dinner shift (out time around 8ish)

Tuesday June 24th- OFF

Wednesday June 25th- 3:30 Dinner shift (out time around 7:30ish) LAST DAY OF THE CONTEST!

Come have a margarita!!!!!!!!!!!

3. Thanks for all the birthday texts, calls and comments. And thanks to everyone (Richard) who bought me a birthday drink!

So I worked the dinner shift tonight at good ol Chili's, and of course we were slammed all fucking night because of the Lakers game and all the little shits that graduated. Normally, I would have finished work much sooner, but alas, it's grad season so that means longer work hours.

It's finally closing time, and we rudely turn UP the lights and make it as bright as day inside. We then cut off all the fabulous tunes coming through the speakers, so that it makes for a very uncomfortable, silent, cricket chirping ambiance for our guests that like to lounge past closing time.

So we're all shutting everything down in the back, and I'm working on shutting down a drink station. Welllllllllllllllllllllllll, we have these huge jugs of strawberry lemonade and the one on my drink station was practically full. A few of my coworkers poured some into cups, and I complained to them that I was actually going to drink it all. ( I was slightly kidding... I mean, I wasn't going to drink it ALL!) And they all sat there and taunted me and peer pressured me and said I couldn't do it.

Well I had to show them.

So basically I stood in the middle of the kitchen and began chugging this huge jug of strawberry lemonade. All I could focus on was the liter of lemonade pooling into my mouth and looking like it was going down at all. In the background all I could hear were shouts and yelling.

"Chug chug!"
"Go Reba!"
"She's not going to be able to do it!"
"Look at all that lemonade!"
"Open your throat Reba!"
"OMG! She's actually doing it!"
"That's disgusting!"
"Go Go Go!"
"You guys are lame."
"It's taking her forver, but she's doing it!"
"OMFG! I can't believe she did it!"
"That was soooo much lemonade!"
"I should have gotten that on film."

As I finished the last bit, I pulled the jug away and took a huge breath of air, and shouted, "Fuck all of you! YEEEEEEEEAHHHHH!"

And then I danced around in victory and yelled obnoxiously at everyone who doubted me!

It was a great moment of victory.

But......

It was a mistake. Of course.

Now I have a god damn liter of strawberry lemonade sloshing around like a hurricane in my tummy. Fuck.

Okay so yesterday I went to a show at the House of Blues in Hollywood and the night was pretty much out of control, like most of my shenanigans that take place in the city of angels. I went to see the Sweet and Tender Hooligans, which is a Morrissey/Smiths tribute band. I met the singer, Jose, a while back and he was pretty awesome so I wanted to go see his band. It was a special celebration show for Morrissey's birthday. Lisa went with me.

So we're standing on the balcony and watching the show, and during one of the band's first songs I see a little mini pit breakout down below. Keep in mind, the pit was pretty tame and calm compared to some of the pits I've raged in. Well, watching these guys in the "pit" brought back all my old habits of going to shows and wanting to get wild down with the crowd. The guys weren't really being thrown around, it was more like a space opened up in the crowd, and people we're sort of just moving around wildly and dancing, and I was like, "OMG, I must get down there!"

Sooooo I ran my ass down stairs and make my way through the crowd. All while wearing a skirt and heels. Just for the record, I'm a pro in heels... I can run, kick box,  stab someone in their face....etc etc. So anyway I make my way into the pit and I start dancing and raging, and the other guys in the area latched onto me and we were all dancing together and having a blast..... THEN..... Some FOOL pushes the hell out of me and throws me into all these guys. Well I didn't APPRECIATE that coming from a man and I yelled, "WTF? Why the hell would you push a lady like that you fool?!" And I sort of threw my arms up and was ready to get down (and stab him in the face with my heel if I had to)  But I mean, come on, like anything was even going to happen. All the other guys in the area we're on MY side anyway. A few moments later, security swooped in and grabbed me and pulled me out of the crowd and took me outside of the building. These two security guards started grilling me on what the hell the ruckus was. I told them I didn't start anything and that some guy unnecessarly pushed me. I also questioned them on why the hell they pulled me outside and not the fucking asshole who started shit with me. Well they were like, "we'll let you slide this time, but you can't go back into the pit!" OMG.... can you believe these douche bags? Yeah because I'm a big fucking threat down in the pit right? THE PIT AT THE MORRISSEY CELEBRATION SHOW. God! And it doesn't stop at the warning, the lady security guard grabs my wrist, and RIPS my drinking wristband off and says I'm cut off. WTF?

It really didn't matter because:

A. I already consumed a rum & coke and a DELICIOUS Toyko Tea.

B. Lisa was holding another Toyko Tea for me upstairs.

C. I was already inebriated.

D.. I had to drive home, so I wasn't planning on having more than 3 drinks ANYWAY.

So I go back in and find my place back upstairs with Lisa and we continue to watch the show. Towards the end, I saw a few people get up on the stage, and I was like, OMG, I want to do that! In my younger days I used to ALWAYS bum rush the stage, and the bands performing loved it, they would pull me up to sing and dance with them. So once again, I run downstairs, make my way through the crowd and find my spot in the very front, and I ask these two people to help me up on stage, and of course, they give me a boost. I begin to make my way over the treacherous gap between the crowd and stage filled with huge black guys wearing yellow SECURITY tshirts. Within moments I was tackeled by the security and they threw me around like a rag doll from one security guard to the next. They pushed me out of the crowd, and I went back upstairs- DEFEATED.

Within moments, ANOTHER security guard bum rushed me from behind, grabs my arms behind me and puts me in a lock, and starts dragging me out of the building. I had no idea what was going on, but obviously I,  REBA FUCKING MAC was too much for the House of Blues to handle. So this bitch doesn't say a word to me as to what the fuck she is doing and drags me all the way outside. Well as luck would have it, a huge fight was breaking out about 10 feet away, and this bitch dropped me and left my presence. Well what do you know. Of course I ran back inside and escaped into the crowd. That's when I went to say hello to Tom (aka Jim Dangle from Reno 911) and we took some phots. You know me... always taking phots.

We soon left, because I decided we should get out of there before the SWAT team pulled in to arrest me. That's pretty much the end of the chaos.

But seriously... I will NEVER see another show at the House of Blues again. Of all the people there, I was there biggest threat. Give me a fucking break! House of Blues, if I had a dick, I'd tell you to suck it.

Despite the venue, I had a FABULOUS time! There are a few pictures posted in the "2008 Random Adventure" album.

Thanks for reading!

Okay well for the most part I find them to be extremely annoying and the whole "I just bought you as my pet" thing really kills me.... maybe that's because I don't get it. I just don't understand the point of it. To annoy everyone? Someone fill me in.

I did however come across an application known as the "Truth Box" which is very enticing and riskaaay, so I added it to my profile.

Basically you all can send me an anonymous message and tell me what you "really" think of me. I think I'm strong enough to handle the bad seeds that get thrown in there, so why don't you hit me with your best shot.

Oh and also, if you add the T-Box to your page, you can read the comments people have left me and other users of the T-Box as well. It's pretty friggen awess.

I would just like to extend a huge thank you to all the SPAMMERS that have taken it upon themselves to ruin the greatest networking website of all time. I am so god damned annoyed that practically anything and everything I do on this website, I have to enter a fucking captcha code.

comment= CAPTCHA

message= CAPTCHA

picture comment= CAPTCHA

blog comment= CAPTCHA

video comment= DOUBLE CAPTCHA (because for some stupass reason, the first captcha never goes through despite the perfection of the spelling!)

You know.... it might just be a few letters and numbers to type in, BUT THAT'S JUST A FEW MORE PIECE OF SHIT LETTERS AND NUMBERS THAT ARE WASTING MY FUCKING MYSPACING TIME! I come on this site to exploit my life and stalk others, not to type in random letters and numbers just to interact on the site!

And who's fault is this?

The spammers and the phishers. And all of the people out there (probably a good 70% of MySpace users) who know nothing about the internet and how to manuever around it's bullshit spam that runs about. HELLO people! It's not that fucking hard to know when you're being phished!

I have been on the Space now for 4 solid years and I have NEVER been phished or spammed.... get with it folks.

But it really all does come down to the spammers/hackers/phishers. And to all those people, I have 2 things to say to you.....

FUCK YOU. I hope you are all raped by gorillas and thrown into pits of boiling acid.

1. What the hell is with the friggin wind storm that creeped up out of nowhere. Seriously, those Santa Ana winds are hellacious right now! On my way home from work tonight, the wind was so flippin strong, it was pushing my little car all over the place! And then the dust storms! I felt like I was a character in Stargate being overcome by gusts of sand all up in my grill!

2. My left side collarbone is in excruciating pain. I broke that bone twice as a youngin, and have decided that an army of ants has burrowed their way into the innards of my collarbone, and they all brought a tiny jug of acid with them. Once inside my collarbone, they all released their jugs of acid, but when all the acid was released, it also killed all the ants. So now I have all these dead, decaying ants inside my collarbone along with pools of acid just eating away at my bone!!!!! Oh god it's so painful! Where is some easily accessible Vicoden when I need it!?

3. Macaroni Grill is a horrible horrible place. PLUS the food is HORRID, but I suppose that's a matter of opinion.

4. As most of you know, I won the regional 13th Annual National Pog Competition at the Double Tree Hotel in Ontario last month, and am moving on to nationals. I will be part of a team of 6 playing for the state of California on November 22nd at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. I can't wait. I am the pog master!

5. I just ate at Denny's, and I feel like a tsunami of diarrhea is going to hit me any second.

Goodnight everyone!  

I find it soooo sad that there is an HOUR LONG special on TV right now, called: Britney Breakdown.

I feel so so bad for her. I know she's definitly made mistakes, but we ALL make mistakes. I feel so bad that her entire adult life is being documented and talked about through millions of people. I cannot imagine how fucking hard her life must be. And her poor poor children. How are they going to feel when they become young adults and start learning and seeing all the horrible footage and photos from there child life.

It's so tragic.

Anyway, I really hope Brit can get her emotions together and better her self and her life. I don't know her, but I definitly feel for her.