think i'll get it done yesterday...

am listening right now to ben folds five. in my experience, people either hate ben folds five or love them. i fall into the latter category. i'm an absolute sucker for good harmonies and the piano, and they are southerners, after all, and the drummer is hella cute. and ben folds' solo stuff pales in comparison to the stuff he did in his younger, more carefree, BF5 days.

so, i'm listening to BF5's last album, which always reminds me of when i lived in boston. that was the most gloriously solitary time in my life. i worked in the john hancock tower, 38th floor, right near boston commons. on my lunch breaks when it was nice outside, i would wander around, listening to cds on my headphones (ah, those silly days before ipods!), totally consumed in my own world. i would wander through the commons, or the public gardens, or down to the charles, or to downtown crossing (if i felt like people watching). and sometimes i would take the T to the aquarium and visit the little blue penguins...

memories...