Just not cut out for a life of crime....

[morganminstrel]

So tonight I broke down and finally tried to do it--I ran a websearch looking for an mp3 to download. Yes, for free. *sigh* Luckilly for my scruples and my sense of guilt, I was unable to find what I was looking for. So if any of you has a copy of "Father Christmas" by the Kinks....let me know, ok? Thanks.

In other news...um, there is no other news. Hope everyone has/had a good night. (He said, assuming anyone's out there reading this....)

Comments

[sethcohen.livejournal.com]

I'm out here. I'm reading this. I'm so confused!

[aelana.livejournal.com]

MSN me when you get this... I think I have what the doctor ordered... That is a really fscked up song btw.

present!

[sarrabellum.livejournal.com]

I'm reading this, too.

I just lurk and don't comment because I'm not terribly certain how you'll feel about my, uh, lurking. :)

And I am definitely feeling too shallow, self-involved and mired in my own sucking, miserable muck to think about deeper issues like spirituality and afterlives. I'm too busy trying to figure out where we're going to put a Generic Winter Holiday(TM) tree in this storage unit of an apartment. Also, why Haven keeps losing stuff at school. And why the Beetle keeps falling apart. And getting Duncan new glasses. And cleaning. And creating crafty gifts. And marriage and problems and squabbles and parenting and stupid exes and court papers and mood swings and and and...

Why is it that life so frequently gets in the way of, well, actually living?