bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY
playwright in brooklyn, NY


October 24th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Tiny little baby brother Tim is currently stationed in Japan. He is quite bored. I miss him.  As he is 16 hours ahead, finding a time when we can get on the phone has been quite arduous and requires a lot of math. All of this to say, I have invented a new verb which is, of course, FaceTimming, v: when you FaceTime with Tim. There is also, of course, FaceTimmying, which is when you FaceTime with Tim, but he is 8 years old. This is not to be confusing with FaceTimothying, which is when you FaceTime with Tim regarding something official or biblical.

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NOOOOOOOOOnuts: a tragedy

October 23rd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Our (very sweet and very awesome) office manager brought us a bunch of donuts this morning. A hilarious, sort of sullen ‘awwwwww’ and ‘nooooooo’ moved through the room, as there is nothing more terrifying to a group of tv writers who sit on couches all day, steps away from the entire Trader Joe’s snack aisle and then some, than a box full of seasonal carbs. I really have a lot more to say on this topic butnbudafnsafansdfnsdfnasdnfsdnndsffdsnsdnffsnfnnnnnn (DONUTINMOUTH.)

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October 22nd, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Woman falls in love with pizza despite herself; forgets she loves pizza; remembers she loves pizza. SEQUEL REWRITE? REWRITE SEQUEL?

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I choose to not.

October 21st, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

It is exhausting and impossible and also unnecessary to worry about and want absolutely everything in this tumultuous, constantly changing, massive world. And so, I choose to not care or worry at all about either Ebola or the iPhone 6. DON’T WORRY OR CARE. I’M FREE!

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October 20th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Patroned Knots Scary farms this weekend, in which Knots berry farm, which is a SoCal amusement park owned by people who make Jam? gets overrun by fog machines and halloween mazes and most significantly, SCARE ZONES which are terrifying passageways you must walk through, in which you cannot see anything, and so you cling to your large man, but not even he can shield you from the myriad of scary costumed people who are hired by the park to LEAP OUT OF NOWHERE AND INTO YOUR FACE AND SCREAM AT YOU. They are vampires and wolfs and half dead people and sometimes weird mexican ghosts and sometimes sexy cats with ponytails, missing eyes, and they are terrifying, and you scream even when you see it coming. I want to know everything there is to know about these people. Who are they really? How hard it is to get this job? When they try and scare a person, and the person does not scream, do they get really sad? Do they sit in the breakroom, sharing Kit Kat bars, comparing scares? Do they have MFA’s? Are they alright in the head? I want to know IT ALL.

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why to keep things

October 19th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ll never forget the moment when I was eight and my sunday school teacher gave us all brand new two dollar bills for Christmas and I felt like potentially the richest, luckiest girl in the entire world and then I’ll also never forget when 24 years later, my mom gave it back to me, still crisp and safe, having kept it with my birth certificate, and I’ll also never forget exactly how long it just took me to do that Math.

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October 18th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Go ahead. Leave the room for five minutes. He will find your college poetry, and you will find him sheepishly, wickedly reading it.

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October 17th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter




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so wait…what?

October 17th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

Can someone explain to me what I am actually supposed to be doing this weekend? It would appear that I am supposed to be three different places at once Sunday, and this is just a guess, as 73% of this is illegible. Where is my overeager recent college grad assistant whom I envy, whom I spoil, whom I loathe? Jessica? JESSICA, ARE YOU THERE? JESSICA SAVE ME FROM MY SELF. JUST SIT ME A CHAIR AND EXPLAIN TO ME THAT I CANNOT DO IT ALL. JUST TELL ME WHERE TO BE JESSICA! AND ALSO A LATTE WOULD BE GREAT!

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October 16th, 2014 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am very fond of this very soft  hoodie shirt thing that I found at one of those SAY, DO YOU HAVE WAY TOO MANY CLOTHES? COME AND SELL YOUR CLOTHES HERE SO THAT OTHER PEOPLE, TOO, MAY HAVE TOO MANY CLOTHES stores. It makes me feel like I’m off to hunt quail for my family, but it’s not okay for girls to hunt, and so my hair is up in a hat, and I’m wearing large pants, and nobody knows I’m a girl, especially not the hunter I’m secretly in love with. Tragic. Bartholomew thinks we’re just friends.

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