I had dinner with another Rebecca last night, and what are two Rebecca’s to discuss other than the intricacies of their own names? At some point during the 3 hour linguistic breakdown of the seven letters:

Me: I changed to B-e-k-a-h cause I just didn’t like the way B-e-c-c-a looked.

Other Rebecca: Yeah, it looks like pasta.

Me: That is exactly what it looks like!!!!

Other Rebecca: Right?

Me: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, I HAVE NEVER HEARD ANYTHING MORE FULLY TRUE IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.