Have you too had a dream where Ryan Adams was wearing a white tank-top, a pair of jeans and professing his undying love to you in an extemporaneous ballad atop the Brooklyn Bridge?
In my dream, he had good teeth and nice hair. And he smelled like lemon and a bit of coffee and freshly cut grass after a nice warm afternoon rain. I was...looking fab...which is amazing considering how much I've been hatin' my hair.
'Cause if you've also had this dream, then there's gotta be something in the water and I want to stock up.
3 comments:
Dream or nightmare? Hmmmmmm
Darlin,
I hate to break this to you, but Ryan Adams is 100% Mo. (And you cant bring him back over to the "Dark Loafer" side of the force; he's all in the way in.)
Come back in and let Tobias comfort you. When I'm done you won't know your Ryan Adams from your Bryan Adams from your Gomez Adams from your John Quincy Adams.
There there. Everythings going to be allllllllll right.
I want your dreams!
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