FML

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK!

I had prettttttyyyyyy much this year planned.

Get back to Christchurch.
Find a job.
Hang with friends. (FINALLY!!)
Live a life.
Save lotsa money.
Go to Aussie with Palmer. (FUCKING AE!!)

BUT NOOOOO!!!!!! Fate / Destiny, whatever you want to call it had other plans. When the world was supposedly ending I TORE MY OTHER FUCKING ARCILLES! WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT? A year and one day after I had surgery on my left arcilles (A year and one day sice my nephew was born!!!!!!!) I TEAR MY RIGHT ARCILLES...

MY OTHER FUCKING ARCILLES!

I was supposed to be flying back to Christchurch TOMORROW.

TOMORROW!

and again....

WHO THE HELL TEARS BOTH OF THEIR ARCILLES?!?