Last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen
This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not having scabies. I was having it at home. Garmin-Partenkirchen was, most probably, scabies free.
That was cold.
This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not getting ready for the New Year’s Eve party. Not there, and not in Warsaw either.
That was kinda lonely.
This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not there. I was too busy being lonely and miserable, dieting on my last crumbs of a relationship.
That was pathetic.
This time last year, in Garmisch-Partenkirchen, I was not watching Peter Chung’s Aeon Flux. I was watching it at home.
That was all of the above.
Surely you can understand why I never want to hear about Garmisch-Partenkirchen again in my life.
(OK, I cheated a little bit on this tag_you_are_it.)
