Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Really?
Oh, let's see:
Dillon
Dillan
Dilan
Dylen
Dylon
Dilon
For starters. Pronouncation, you get:
DI-lan (di like Princess Di)
DI-lun
di-LAN
etc.
I worked with a number of Japanese native speakers for a while, and they had the usual l/r problem. While there, I was either "Dirin" or "Darren." Kind of like Dirin. Might try to talk Susan into it for a boy.
I've never met one of you who had that problem, but it may have been a more popular name in this neck of the woods.
Growing up most of the boys were Steven, Michael, Robert, or Jeffrey. To have a name like Dylan was really, really unusual. Until I was in college I knew only one other person whose given name was Dylan.
(And now I'm totally earwormed with A Simple Desultory Philippic. The man ain't got no culture.)
Heh.
And I've always liked Pleiades. Better than some of the quasi-hippie names than some of the goths and hippies I knew had.
Anthropologie stuff runs small. At least they don't fit my girls and I'm a 14, roughly.
Anthropologie stuff runs small. At least they don't fit my girls and I'm a 14, roughly.
Ah-ha. Thank you, that lets me know that even when I do hit 14, the cute cute jacket won't fit my bosom.
I'm a 12, and nothing in Anthropologie has ever fit me either. (Which is just as well, because I don't need to be spending that kind of money anyway.)
I honestly don't know how anyone with breasts ever finds shirts or jackets that fit. I'm only a C-cup, and there are maybe 3 button-down shirts in the entire world that fit my entire torso. (Mostly, if they fit over my chest, they're ridiculously loose at the waist, and if they fit at the waist, I can't button them over my chest. And I do not have a small waist. I'm as averagely proportioned as they come.)
ION, Chef's Catalog needs to stop offering me free shipping on entertaining cookware*. It's just mean.
*cookware for entertaining with, not cookware that is itself entertaining
[eta: Alas, my lack of funds has killed the thread. Or was it my chest?]
Argh! I've been sick for three freaking weeks. If someone fixes it for me, I will sacrifice a rubber chicken to whichever deity you prefer. Please. I just need some kind of device to replace my respiratory system. It can't be that hard.
Waaaahhhh!!
One of the agents for our conference just called the hospitality chair to say she can't make the conference because of a "sudden wedding" in her family!
Why couldn't her nephew have a year-long engagement complete with angsty bridezilla drama? It's the American way, dammit!
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We've written back to ask if someone else from her agency can fill in, so fingers crossed. Also, I'm lucky that she's not the one who's in hugely high demand. But I was so determined that we were going to have a good panel this year, 3 editors and 3 agents, and I was going to do such a good job. And unless we get a fill-in, we're down to just 2 of each. Dammit.
Argh! I've been sick for three freaking weeks. If someone fixes it for me, I will sacrifice a rubber chicken to whichever deity you prefer. Please.
That's not dedication. Goat. Goat says dedication.
I hope you feel better soon too.
a year-long engagement complete with angsty bridezilla drama? It's the American way, dammit!
I think we can clearly show that the American way, not always the best. Bummer about losing her to the sudden wedding though.
I'm glad to know that at least I'm not the only one who can't find shirts that fit both the bosom and the waist. I thought I was malformed or something. Thank goodness for stretch fabric.
Why couldn't her nephew have a year-long engagement complete with angsty bridezilla drama? It's the American way, dammit!
Mayhap the bride is in the family way.
I made cupcakes today. They are soooo goooooood. I've already spoiled my dinner.
