They're Gone. They're All Gone. Again.

This would have been a great time to get one of my stripper girlfriends over for a massage or even a great handjob.  It did happen on Wednesday, with ******e, but that was a fucking ordeal.  Even though she lives a couple miles away and said she had her own transportation, I had to pick her up, we had to change our initial time, I had to wait for her while she was on the phone, and then she wanted Burger King on the way back, to which I said no, which made me feel guilty even though our arrangement was just for a fucking handjob.  She was great, but now I find her kind of needy.  I wish someone of a more mature temperament lived that close to me.

And since she did me on Wednesday, it'd be way too soon to have her come over again.  I tried contacting my coterie of babes to keep me company this Independent Weekend, to no avail.  Seriously, they've all gone AWOL for some reason or another:

• The big one is ******a, who's not returning my texts.  I want to talk about her in a future blog post.
• I did swing back to *****a, who hasn't jerked me off in a while, but she's vacationing -- again.
• Still no sign of ****e.  I texted her again this week.  She hasn't texted me back in months.  Hope to God I didn't impregnate her or anything, and she's moved because of it.
• ***e* lives in Wisconsin and yet comes over to Minnesota so damn often it's like she lives here.  I think I saw her two weeks ago, so I don't think I need to see her again so soon.
• Basically that's all I've got.  Maybe there's a party or two I could have gone to this holiday, but there was none.  There was one on Tuesday afternoon, but I worked then, so pffft.

So, nothing for me this weekend, dammit.

Plus (apropos of nothing) I just weighed myself and I'm back up to 170 pounds.  I just slept and I'm still up to 170?  Fuck me.