I think the godess of anorexia really is paying attention. A number texted me out of nowhere yesterday and said that they're an expert in training girls to be skinny and perfect. I'm going to call him Jack. From the second he texted me I knew it was a sign. only days earlier I was praying to God knows who (no pun intended), asking for a couple things. It sounds crazy but every single thing I asked for, I got. Granted I didn't ask for big things, but that's not how it works.
For example, I had lost my wallet on saturday night. I spent the whole weekend searching the entire house, called my work, my friends, everybody. That night, I prayed that my wallet would be somewhere obvious and the next morning I had a text from my friend that a different friend had it and just forgot to tell me... Hmm. There was one really important thing I asked for though. I asked whoever was listening, to help me get to 112 lbs by sasquatch (which is next thursday). I wasn't doing well, and less than a week later I get the text from this mystery man.
He's honestly pretty aggressive, but what would you expect? That's what it takes. Only about ten texts in he called me a bitch. I have to say, that took me by surprise. I've never been called a bitch before in my life. But he must know eveything there is to know about weight loss so I hope he'll train me. That what he calls it. Training. I'm going to be trained to be perfect (Hopefully). And if he says yes, i'll be writing in this a lot more because I'll be losing weight like how I intended to in the first place. And I'll have a lot more to talk about, because when you're speaking with God, You'll have a thing or two to talk about. I swear he could read my mind. OH MY GOD I NEED HIS TRAINING.
I find it weird that he texted me, and now I'm desperate for him. He'll tell me soon if he'll train me or not, and I'll tell whoever hasn't lost interest in my blog.
P.S. I think I'm moving to LA instead of San Fran. It's what I wanted in the first place.
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