Note: this may be the stupidest blog post title I’ve ever come up with.
Sure, I avoided the cliched (and highly recommended by nine out of ten experts, me being the tenth, obviously) of giving a number:
“8 ways to blah blah blippity blah”.
But only barely. It still sounds like an especially terrible book title.
“101 Ways To Use The Dammit List For Fun & Profit … On A Rainy Day.”
And yet, here we are. I’m not going to change it because this post really needs to go up already. But yes, the title is a disgrace.
Oh, right. An explanation.
The dammit list is … any and all of the things you stand for.
Things you care about enough to put a dammit on the end of the sentence.
When I was a bartender in Tel Aviv, I only had one thing on my dammit list* which was nobody gets to touch me — ever, dammit.
* I hadn’t come up with the concept of the dammit list, but dammit I would have had it on there.
Many of the people I worked with had significantly more rules and higher standards than I did.
(I don’t work double shifts, dammit. I don’t make coffee for the boss, dammit. I get to wear whatever I want, dammit.)
And I admired them for it. Even if I couldn’t take a stand myself.
It’s useful to know your dammit list. And I want to talk about why that is. Some points? I shall make some.**
** Some of these are business-related or biggification-related. And some completely aren’t. Anyway, you guys are smart. You can figure out how to apply this stuff.
Your dammit list helps you speak to your Right People.
Because it’s about who you really are.
I work with a duck, dammit.
I write ridiculously long posts, dammit. And that even though pretty much everyone I knew told me it was the blogging kiss of death back when I started. It’s not.
I do extremely wacky things, dammit. I won’t hit you on the head with woo, but yes, there will be a little. Dammit.
Bottom line:
Every time you share more of your fabulous you-ness, even when it totally doesn’t feel fabulous because it’s kind of embarrassing — the people who need to be around you are drawn to that.
Your dammit list can be part of what makes you irresistible to the people that will be the most fun for you to interact with.
Your dammit list forms the basis of your red velvet ropes.
And your red velvet ropes are everything that makes it easier for your Right People to say yes to your thing.
I only work with people I like, dammit.
If I want to teach Old Turkish Lady yoga at a biggification retreat, I’m going to, dammit.
Your dammit list is where you get your systems. And your policies.
Systems and policies are the bomb.
Because they’re all about healthy boundaries.
Systems let you grow and change. They let people know what to expect from you. They let you turn the thing you do into something that sustains you instead of something that drives you freaking batty.
My first real business policy showed up a couple years ago, straight from my as-yet-nonexistant dammit list, when I stopped doing freebie 20 minute consultations with potential clients.
I don’t remember what brought on the decision.
It could have been my time is extremely valuable, dammit. Or maybe more of an I don’t need to let people interview me, dammit thing.
Or something completely different.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t have to, dammit.
Your dammit list allows you to not do things that don’t feel right for you, without having to explain yourself.
Okay. I don’t put things on sale, dammit.
Not because I’m a diva.
But because I personally would feel annoyed if I bought a cool thing online, and then a few weeks later it was half the price because someone’s nephew had a birthday or something.
Because I believe that prices have resonance, dammit.
Because I have no patience for things that create additional admin work, dammit.
However, once I figure out that this is my rule, it is what it is. I don’t need to add a section to my store-like thing, saying that stuff isn’t going to go on sale. It just doesn’t.
Your dammit list does not need to impact anyone else’s dammit list.
If you choose to put stuff on sale? I will still love you.
If you choose to do freebie client intake sessions? Awesome. It’s your thing. Do what you need to do.
My dammit list is about me. Your dammit list is about you.
We can both be lovely people (and smart, quirky, goofballs! and friends!) even when stuff on our dammit list is radically different.
That’s because of the sovereignty thing. There is room for your you-ness and for mine. We don’t need to be in conflict.
Speaking of which …
Your dammit list is the basis for a Sovereignty practice.
Sovereignty, if you recall, is the concept I borrowed from Hiro.
It’s the spiritual quality of not giving a damn what other people think, dammit.
It’s owning your physical, mental and emotional space. Your body. Your time. Everything in your life that you get some sort of a say in.
When you put stuff on your dammit list, you are practicing sovereignty.
You are reminding yourself that the things you know and want are important. That there is room in the world for your needs.
Your dammit list is a work in progress.
One of my Kitchen Table people asked:
“Can we put things on our dammit list even if we don’t feel ready to actually enforce them yet?
Like, one of my personal manifesto points would be about never working for The Man again. But, umm, I’m not ready to walk out of my job now. But it still definitely belongs there.”
Absolutely.
You can even have a Transitional Dammit List if you want (and an Ideal Dammit List for later).
Or it can be more about principles:
“I get integrity, dammit! I get respect, dammit! And when I’m ready to do my thing, it will include not every having to work for the Man again! Dammit!”
You really don’t have to include stuff that doesn’t fit now. Or you can choose not to have to enforce some of your dammits yet.
Your dammit list is for you, so build it however you like and in whatever way helps you feel the most safe and supported in this.
Your dammit list in your personal life.
Your dammit list can help you find a partner, decide who gets to hang out with you, and what you choose to do with your “spare” time.
It can help you make decisions about how to handle family stuff.
It can help you make compromises or find middle ground.
For example, I know that not going to Thanksgiving or Christmas at the in-laws/un-laws needs to be on my dammit list.
But I also know that spending time with them in a non-stressful non-holiday setting is something that is really important to me and to my gentleman friend.
So we visit them in between the holidays, and it’s absolutely lovely. We get to compromise, dammit. We get to find a third way, dammit.
Your dammit list and conflict resolution?
This one definitely needs to get its own post. Because I know a lot of you are wondering what happens when your dammit list runs into someone else’s.
The thing is, there aren’t that many things that are so hugely, hugely important to us that we will not compromise on them.
So if you’re going to have to do some creative problem-solving with someone, it’s really useful for them to know which are the things that absolutely cannot budge.
Because everything else is negotiable.
Crap. Too much to say.
Okay. I was going to end with a list of some of the dammits that I love.
But I’m going to stop here instead and do that some other time.
In the meantime, if you need Dammit List inspiration, read some of the comments on the original post.
There are some excellent dammits there. Quality dammit-izing.
Comment zen for today.
You’re more than welcome to leave your dammits, transitional or otherwise in the comments.
And I want to say this: it’s a super hard topic. Lots of trigger-ey stuff.
Especially when there is stuff we want on our list that we can’t justify having there yet.
Or when we feel stifled and frustrated, because other people’s dammit lists have seemed to have more power than ours.
Or when we feel anxious that if we start having a serious dammit list, other people are going to get really pissed off.
So I want to acknowledge all that hard, and also to reassure you that this is all stuff we’ll be talking about in other posts.
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We’re practicing.
That’s it!
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A *Transitional* Dammit List opens up a whole new world.
So far, a biggie on my Dammit List has been: (Big breath please) Even though everyone says you have to write umpteen blog posts a week, even though Havi does write umpteen blog posts a week and I love her & know I can come almost any day of the week and find something wonderful, even though I’m afraid everyone will forget I have a blog because I don’t write umpteen posts, my commitment is to write ONE blog post a week which is allowed to be only a photograph, AND my Right People will love that! Dammit. (Exhale.)
And, you know, what, it seems to have worked.
Last night I posted a new blog, so I am updating now updating my list with: I’m allowed to post more than once a week without My People OR me developing any crazy new expectations. Dammit.
Thanks, Havi. I feel better now.
Best of love & biggification to you all. Dammit.
.-= Mahala Mazerov´s last post … Why Holidays Hurt & What We Can Do About It =-.
Just reading this makes me feel strong and sovereign, even if I’m in deep winter hibernation and not doing all the things “I’m supposed” to be doing to biggify and grow my business.
Because this is just where I’m at, dammit.
But, for now, I’m going to start compiling my Dammit List. Who knows, perhaps it will help move me out of hibernation and into the world again. And, if not, that’s totally fine too, dammit, because I’m allowed to hybernate for all long as I need.
Off to begin my Dammit list.
Havi, your dammit list sounds a lot like my Yay! Hooray! list! 🙂 As in: Yay, I do what I love, in ways that I love, with people I love, and Hooray Hooray for all of us!
Love, Hiro
.-= Hiro Boga´s last post … Sunday Poem #11 – Buddhist Chronicles =-.
Funny .. I realized I have the perfect thing for my dammit list.
I talk about my dog – in person and on my blog(s), dammit.
I used to try not to, because I think I read somewhere that you should really avoid talking about pets, and because it somehow made me feel like I should apologize for how much I adore him. (Interesting, that.) But then I did it anyway .. and even though I didn’t know about the concept of Velvet Ropes at the time, without realizing it, I came up with a perfect Velvet Rope for me.
.-= elizabeth´s last post … street lights over fifth street =-.
I needed to read this today. Thank you.
No one gets to say I need fixing (including me), dammit.
I deserve respect, dammit.
I can tell when I’ve found something that needs to be on my dammit list, even if I start out very tentative about it, when it makes things better for me *every time* I apply it.
Sonia
Sonia’s latest article Grieving Neglectful Mothering
I have an imaginary, incredibly macho bodyguard with full sleeves & twinkly eyes, dammit! (And yay! hooray! too.)
(And Havi, I stole that idea from you because I think it’s totally brilliant, dammit.)
Also, the bodyguard is the keeper and the enforcer of my dammit list, dammit!
And actually, maybe having a gatekeeper will free up the flow of more dammit list ideas for me. Yes, I know he’s imaginary. But still : )
.-= Briana´s last post … Mondays are for… pattern perusal? =-.
@elizabeth: I should join you in that one. My dogs are my children and I will talk about them if I want to, dammit. As a matter of fact, I wrote about them this morning when I resurrected my old blog. (Link in CommentLuv, if you are interested in seeing the most adorable puppy girls in the world.)
Off to consider more dammits. Dammit.
.-= Carol Logan Newbill @2fishweb´s last post … It Might Be Zombies =-.
Oo oo ooo.. what is that? A tear welling up in my eye?? Yes, I believe so. This is so powerful that I can feel that ‘oh this is so powerful’ thing in my chest.
Here’s how powerful it is… that even while I’m itching to go start on my own list, I’m simultaneously getting the urge to check my email or something so as to procrastinate and avoid doing this Very Big Thing.
But I will be doing it. Dammit.
.-= Gina´s last post … Masunaga in the House! =-.
@Mahala: you could write every day or every other week, and I’ll be there to read it!
@Elizabeth: I heart when you write about your dog. And the pictures. I want to reach through cyberspace and pet!
Today’s additions to my dammit list:
-I don’t work when I’m sick, dammit. (Well, maybe a little, depending on how sick, but I definitely don’t go into the office.)
-I will post ridiculous dream sequences on my blog if I want to, dammit. (It’s like the pet thing. Someone once told me no one wants to know what you dream about. I don’t care. I like hearing other people’s dreams. So I will talk about mine, even if I don’t understand them at all.)
-I can swear as much or as little as I want to, and go back and forth between swearing a lot or not at all as much as I want to, dammit.
.-= Emily´s last post … Holy Moly, Is It Really November 30th Already? On Dead Ends, the Last Day of NaNoWriMo and Backing Up =-.
…without having to explain yourself…
This is my favorite part. When I read this, I had an ‘aha’ about why I love the whole concept of the dammit list- because for me, adding that ‘dammit’ to the end of my declaration means that this is the way it is, and I’m not interested in explaining or defending or or even spelling out the reasons why.
The time I spend agonizing how I’m going to explain why I’m doing what I’m doing (or not doing what I’m not doing) could really be put to better use! Sometimes there’s a specific person I’m talking to (in my head) sometimes, it’s the infamous “THEM” that lurks in my brain. In any event, I’m tired of explaining myself and I’m not going to do it anymore dammit!
@Elizabeth @Carol: I love y’all AND your dogs, dammit! And I’m gonna write about mine, too. Dammit!! 🙂
Gah! I loooove how to explained that we don’t need to worry about conflicting dammit lists! I remember hearing/reading that you and Naomi disagree when it comes to putting stuff on sale, and still being great friends. (Well that’d be a silly reason not to be friends, but yeah.)
So it totally makes sense for us not to worry about the other dammit lists out there, but focus on what rings true to us. Total genius!
One of my big ones: I’m constantly fine tuning my business, my message, and the way I do things and that’s just the way it is, dammit! 🙂
Love,
Nathalie
.-= Nathalie Lussier´s last post … How Much Water do You Need to Drink a Day? =-.
This is powerful, dammit!
You’re brilliant, dammit. This post? Brilliant. Dammit, I love it.
.-= Julie@Momspective´s last post … Fitness Friday – My EA SPORTS Active Week One Challenge Wrapup =-.
I’m totally with Gina on the simultaneous urge to go write my list, and to go check email or something (in this case, the “something” would probably be to go back to what I was reading, which is – ironically enough – Havi’s Procrastination Dissolv-o-Matic!). As a matter of fact, I’ve had the first dammit list post, and many other posts, bookmarked forever so as to get back to them and comment once I’d have done the thing it was about…
Oh well…
Meeting myself where I am, I’ll just go with those wise words from Havi that have kind of turned into some sort of mantra for me during the last few days: there’s time. And that totally belongs on my dammit list. Yup. There’s time, dammit!
.-= Josiane´s last post … Noticing – the dragonfly edition =-.
I will not service anyone!! – err admin wise that is….
.-= creativevoyage´s last post … Creature Comforts =-.
Ooo, deep breath…my first Dammit List.
I don’t have to do what everyone else thinks I should be doing just because it’s what they’d be doing if they were me – dammit.
I can be as Kooky Pook and Woo as I want to be…or not – dammit.
It’s my blog and if I want to be all snotty and obnoxious sometimes…in a good way…I can – dammit.
I can do what brings me joy and happiness even if it does involve writing books about vampires and other monsters – dammit.
Phew…it’s a start…dammit!
I love to imagine funny scenarios in my head and then act them out in real life, dammit! I think that this behavior is not bizarre nor unsettling because I know why I do it, dammit!
Ahh, that felt good.
.-= Lydia, Clueless Crafter´s last post … What-if Holidays =-.
I too talk about my dog, as my assistant. And I talk to my dog. In funny voices. Dammit!
Thank you, thank you, Havi.
.-= Rebecca´s last post … It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (for Business Formation). Sing It with Me! =-.
I actually had a Dammit List before I knew what a Dammit List was. But now that it has a name it’s even better.
.-= Barbara J Carter´s last post … Me, At the Exhibit =-.
@Elizabeth, Rebecca et al – what kind of Wrong Person would tell you that you can’t talk about your dog? Ridiculous. Clearly not someone who has seen pictures of your dog. Man.
Go for it! Dammit.
@Gina + Josiane – well, if it makes you feel better, what if you could have on your dammit list that you can …. take as long as you want to write your dammit list, dammit.
I mean, it’s a work in progress anyway, constantly evolving. And it’s scary to do because there is a lot of symbolic weight to recognizing that you’re going to take a stand on something.
So I think it’s fine if part of your dammit list includes permission to take time to get around to writing it …
🙂
@creativevoyage – hee!
@wulfie – I am stealing all of yours! Nice.
@Liz – YEAH BABY
@Mahala – love it. love it. love it.
I only have one item on my list so far, but it’s the item that’s even allowing me to have a list.
I’m calling it the Dagnabbit List. Because I take the word “damn” literally, dagnabbit!
Yeah, I know: I didn’t want a dammit list because I didn’t want to take these things are are all about My Stuff and *condemn them to hell*. I wouldn’t let myself make the list because I wouldn’t let myself use the word.
New phrasing kicks off a new list.
.-= Laura G´s last post … In which I seek a Blogging Buddy (a personal ad). =-.
Hi, everyone!
Very very very short intro: just learned about Fluent Self like, four days ago due to The Magic Of The Internet and I may have, in fact, obsessively read all of the archives since then, as requested.
So w00t.
Now I’ve sat here for 13 minutes by the clock trying to think of something to go on my dammit list.
I feel like all the easy ones are taken b/c there’s no real risk involved. I can say “no, I don’t eat meat, dammit,” or “yes, I do yoga practice six days a week, dammit,” but seriously I have been doing all that for so long that it doesn’t feel like a specific announcement of Sovereignty. It would be like saying “I have blue eyes, dammit.” Nothing for anyone else to argue back against.
(19 minutes.)
I’d love to steal the one about “I only fly at reasonable hours, dammit!”
Okay, here’s a real one.
Starting January 1, 2010, I will buy myself a new TMBG album every month instead of saying that I’ll do it after I’ve paid the bills and food and then deciding that leftover money should always go into savings because I know that savings are The Most Important Thing Ever… because seriously, TMBG has 64 albums and life is too short not to listen to everything they’ve ever recorded and I do not care if this sounds completely weird because the difference between happiness and deprivation is, like, $15.95 a month and for serious I can treat myself already……. dammit. 🙂
(Obligatory link if you have no idea who TMBG is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHgziac87-Y)
Blast! That last comment thought my parentheses was part of the URL!
Try again:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHgziac87-Y
.-= Blue´s last post … Mad Men 1.4: New Amsterdam =-.
The depth and importance and coolness of the dammit lists! The best thing about commenting late in the day is reading everyone else’s.
New to mine:
(1) I’m only allowing things in my life that bring me JOY, dammit!
(2) If I don’t feel like answering, “What did you have for lunch today?” I don’t have to, dammit!
I like hanging out here, dammit (that one feels scarier to sayyyyyyyy). But it’s true!
.-= Laurie´s last post … Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. =-.
Blue: TMBG ROCKS. (And I’ll use the word, ‘rocks’ as many times as I want today, dammit.)
.-= Gina´s last post … Masunaga in the House! =-.
Approaching pool side for the first time here and can’t jump in yet but my toe in the water is that I can still be sensitive and respectful and serious and use the word ‘dammit’ on a website- dammit!
Because I’m new to my dammit list and because putting them out there is, for me, a way to make things real the handful of dammits I’ve gotten:
1. I am a writer, dammit.
2. I am a programmer, dammit.
3. I am a genteel (no dammit, doesn’t go with the idea)
4. I wear a tie without being stuffy, dammit.
5. I be a developer Joel would hire, dammit.
6. I wear purple, dammit.
7. I wear fun socks, dammit.
8. I make a living being creative, dammit.
That last is truly one of those “not true but will be, dammit” dammits.
.-= Herb´s last post … RPG Legos =-.
Ooh. Having to justify the dammits. I hadn’t caught that last time, but now that I think about it, having to justify things is in conflict with the sovereignty thing. And yet I feel compelled to justify lots of things that are no one else’s business. off to process….
I love dammit lists, dammit! So exciting.
@Blue — I also love TMBG! Seems to me that they fit right in with sovereignty:
There is only one thing that I know how to do well
And I’ve often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And that’s be you
Be what you’re like
Be like yourself…
Okay, I’m off to work on a bit of scary stuff — without falling into complete, shoulder-clenching panic, dammit! Because it doesn’t help, dammit!
.-= spiralsongkat´s last post … Blogging in the dark =-.
I really wish that I could enforce a “Interviews suck and I won’t do them, damnit!” but being unemployed has put me in a corner.
Why do interviews have to suck so much? Is there a better way? Why can’t I just find my thing so I can do it? Or am I ignoring my thing? Maybe I need a personal ad or three.
A lot of the stuff I feel bad about is because of ways in which I have defined myself in the past, which might or might not apply anymore.
For example, even though I’m not celiac or gluten-intolerant, I don’t eat stuff containing wheat, dammit. But I sometimes break this self-made rule, and then I’m disappointed in myself. But I decide when and when not to eat wheat stuff, dammit! No reason to feel bad about it. I make my own rules, dammit. And I can break them. Dammit.
Which brings me to…
I can change my mind whenever I want to, dammit! Without explanations!
And I, as long as whoever I am is aligned with the values of love, compassion, trust, and integrity, I can be whoever I want as well… dammit!
.-= Melody´s last post … Stuffed! I reached my limit… =-.
@Melody – exactly! You make your own rules and can break them whenever you want/need to. Nice!
@Herb – love your list! And to be a developer Joel would hire is a fine, fine thing.
@Pearl – beautifully done! I love it. And if you don’t feel like having a dammit list, you can always have a yay hooray list like Hiro’s. Or a Dagnabbit List like Laura’s. 🙂
@Laurie – ha! You can hang out here whenever you want. I won’t tell anyone.
@Blue – *blows kiss* Hi!
‘Your dammit list can be part of what makes you irresistible to the people that will be the most fun for you to interact with. ‘
Irresistible.
IRRESISTIBLE.
This is totally true.
I mean, let’s look at *you*, Havi, as a case study.
Er… and how I pretty much own everything you’ve got for sale.
In the Year Of The Recession, no less.
And how I stalk the Refresh button like a saddo.
(I mean, I obviously *don’t* do that. As previously established.)
But yeah, you can be ok-and-interesting to a whole enormous bunch of people, *or* a joyful life-line for a smaller, more… intimate group.
One of mine:
~ I will NOT be an expert. Dammit.
.-= Andrew Lightheart @alightheart´s last post … Speak mindfully =-.
Juicy stuff! Work-in-progress sooo.
oooo sounds lovely it feels good to say it or hear it so I love the title. oooooo. oo oooo. yum yummm.
I may not be a writer, dammit. But I still have a right to communicate and can trust that I have a right as much as anyone. Dammit.
I don’t have to listen to my friend’s who pride themselves on being the Grammar Police. Dammit.
Nor do I need listen to the Word police that live in my brain that tell me not to bother. Dammit.I am going to communicate my thing dammit. Somehow. Dammit.
I don’t have to work with arses – dammit. And one day I’ll be like Hiro and my body will just SAY Step Outta My Space dude/ette when I need it to – dammit.
I am silly and ridiculous and stumbling dammit. But I still have depth and range and don’t you forget it dammit. I’m a ‘fool’ and a lioness dammit. Back to previous point I think.
I don’t have to work like a slave and live in depression dammit to make a good living. I don’t accept it. Damn it!
I can love my work and it can love me dammit. That’s what I want. DAMMIT.
I have choices dammit and they are mine to embrace.
I have no aspirations to stop being silly – if people need to see all serious and grown up all the time there hard luck they can go else where. Dammit. I’m super sensitive too. Dammit.
Yep I have a right to be myself. Dammit, dammit, dammit.
-I won’t worry that my long hair looks unprofessional.
-I will not neglect myself.
-I refuse to work for less than I am worth.
-I will eat junk food for breakfast on Sunday if I feel like it.
-I will not apologize for being in shape just because you aren’t (I work hard for this body.)
-If someone asks what I do I will proudly answer, “I write.”
-I will go to the beach whenever I want – regardless of what I “should” be doing.
-I get to drink really good tea.
-I won’t sacrifice time with my family for more money.
-I won’t apologize for what I believe.
Someday…
-I’ll never again have to explain why I don’t have a degree.
-I will quit my day job.
Oooh, this slowly snuck up on me as I was reading the comments.
I think it goes like this:
I can toy with the idea of starting a handbag and really funky kiddies clothes business and be scared of it and still want to do it even though I’m really not confident it will work dammit.
I reiterate: I can find the idea scary dammit.
I can still want to do it dammit.
I can be aware of the multitude of ways this could be a waste of my time dammit and still want to do it dammit.
Because I want to give myself a chance to do this dammit.
It’s been on my mind for three years dammit.
Eeeep! dammit.
Also, I could really do with a gazillion people who believe in me with this to let me know right now (or the very near future) dammit!
.-= Wormy´s last post … Catching Up =-.
I will start commenting more on people’s blogs who inspire me, dammit!
(Great post, Hav)
Wow, really needed to read this today!
I will NOT feel guilty about NOT doing things that are outside my job description, dammit.
Had to dig my heels in about this particular point this morning and then I read this post.
I will have boundaries around my time, dammit.
I will stop giving things away (my time) out of guilt, dammit.
I will get my doctorate, dammit!
And I will pick up my marbles and go play somewhere else in 3 years (post-doctorate) if things on the work front haven’t improved, dammit!
Havi, just started reading the blog last week and love this post.
I’ve had a dammit list, but never called it that.
My biggest:
I am a psychologist who is not stuffy, stuck up or analytical, dammit!
Yes, I blog; yes, I market; yes, I use Twitter, dammit!
I won’t work for free or crappy pay, dammit!
Ah, that feels great!!
.-= Susan´s last post … The Top 3 Rules for Effective Marketing =-.
It took me a while, but I finally have a few:
Failing is what smart people do best dammit! So is trying again.
I am not going to be my parents, or your parents either, dammit!
Just because I do something well, doesn’t mean I have to keep doing it. No matter how well they pay me, dammit!
Yes, I will makeup songs about my cat, dammit! You can sing along if you like.
I need what I need, and only I get to decided what that is, dammit!
Gosh, that felt good!
.-= Lauren´s last post … Everything Old Is New Again =-.
@Gina and @Spiralsongkat–woo yay!!!!!
@Lauren–I totally make up songs about my cat too. “Pardon me cat, is this the kittynooga mew mew?”
.-= Blue´s last post … Reading Group Update =-.
@Lauren: I make up songs about my dog all the time and sing them to him. Sometimes I even feel the need to share my incredibly clever songs with others. 😉
.-= elizabeth´s last post … the story of a pup and a pillow and a pillow fight =-.
@elizabeth and @Blue Re: Singing to pets
kittynooga mew mew? I love it! A big hit in my house is sung to the tune of Love Machine – “Cause she’s a Purr Machine, Nobody else can purr like her!”
.-= Lauren´s last post … Everything Old Is New Again =-.
I love this post, dammit
I stand for literacy, dammit
I love having lots of earned degrees, dammit
I talk to Miss April, my dog about what to wear early morning, dammit
She answers, dammit
I embrace my ADHD without medication, just meditation, dammit
I make perfume, do hypnotherapy, educate autistic and gang kids and don’t have a website yet, dammit
I love connecting everything. dammit