Tumble Dry


Come pick me up, take me out, f#@k me up, steal my records…

Ryan Adams is fantastic, although every time I see him perform I want to brush the bangs off his face.  He has exquisite eyes, so maybe the hair is his secret.

It’s Saturday, my house is quite, I just had Chicken Tandoori and this is the very best kind of messy, honest, real love song.  Enjoy.

That’s all from the laundry room.  Make the Bed.

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