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

Regis and Kelly

April 19th, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

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There are many compelling reasons why I am now kind of obsessed with watching this show, and why it is amazing. I thought I’d tell them to you.

- Sometimes Regis calls Kelly Kathy Lee. Regis makes really dated jokes about Jack Benney and obscure novels and restaurants that no one understands. Kelly is tiny and funny. Kelly is kind of the dude in the relationship, and Regis is the lady. Kelly makes Regis talk about his sex life, and vice versa. They make some poor audience member dance ridiculously on this stage thing in front of these really creepy pictures of themselves as bobble heads, THROUGH THE WHOLE SHOW. Each show they call some random person in the US and ask them a trivia person, and the person either doesn’t answer, or doesn’t believe it is them, and Regis is snarky about it. The giant chair Kelly has to sit in is bigger than her. It is the PERFECT thing to ignore when trudging through morning cnn / facebook/ Other People’s Blogs!

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essentials

January 3rd, 2010 by Bekah Brunstetter

Crucial ingredients to a successful afternoon with best friend in town: irrationally justifying purchases, raiding sale racks at Anthropologie, Vietnamese Crack coffee, overlapping sentences, laughter, and of course, Pedicures.

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And at Dashing Diva, if you tell them it’s your birthday, they give you free Cosmo’s.

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…Yesterday was not my birthday.

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apparently, I need this

December 3rd, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Meet my slightly over-priced golden tape measure bracelet! Or: the direct result of perusing expensive Philly boutiques directly after a few glasses a wine. Never a good a idea. And by that, I definitely mean always a good idea. My new bracelet friend delicately snakes around my wrist and is an absolute conversation starter. Sure, these conversations lead to nowhere, but at least we are talking to each other and not just hiding in our apartments looking at pictures of each on the internet, am I right? AM I RIGHT?

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….a product Review?

December 2nd, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Or: ‘A blog for my boyfriend’

Or: ‘The iphone: Without it, I would be Dead on the floor.’

I wanted to take an entirely unwarranted moment and tell you much I freaking love my iphone. I love it. I love it. My iphone drove Steve and I to Maryland and told us where the Goodwills were. My iphone shows me where I can go to the bathroom and / or buy things. With it, I am constantly connected to everyone I know, and even a few people I don’t, and can neurotically check my email 10 times a minute. I know where I am, what I am doing, and where I am going. Were I app crazy (which I have yet to be) I could also know how long it would take me to get there. I could also count calories, have a light saber, keep track of funds.

In summation, I LOVE MY iPHONE and can’t picture life without it. Why, were I to return to a normal phone, I would feel ripped back to days of yore, when we wore cats as shoes. And brushed our teeth rarely, with rocks.

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Crucial.

November 27th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Courtesy of the Camera of my Cousin Keri, here is a token Bekah drinks a Beer picture. Everybody’s who’s anybody must have one, so here is mine. 

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cold coffee: a fairy tale

July 29th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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There once was a girl who loved iced coffee so much and so obsessively that she dreamt of it and woke up saying its name. Before she knew it, she was drinking three a day: one grabbed from Pret A Manger en route to work, one at 10am from the deli downstairs, or Starbucks (coffee part 2), and one mid-afternoon fix for no good reason whatsover.

She preferred it VERY specifically: drowning, CLUTTERED with ice – about 70% ice, 30% actual coffee. She preferred it so she could consume the drink in it’s entirety during the walk back to work. She preferred it with skim milk and one splenda; she liked it so cold it burned her hands.

This girl loved iced coffee so terribly that one time, in Rome, when she could not find it and was tired of yelling FREGGO to confused Italian waiters – she purchased separately a large cup of ice and a 3 doppio’s. Stirring, shaking, waiting, she finally got her fix. French people starred. What the f*#k is wrong with Americans? ( I don’t know, the French. I really don’t know. It’s just who I am.)

One day, recently, she sat down to crunch the numbers of her tepid affair. Shocked, she was, at the result: 1,095 iced coffees a year. $2,190 on sweet cold Joe. Starring at the reality of these figures, she realized that she kind of wanted an iced coffee.

She checked the clock. 9pm.

Hmm.

So she put on pants and went to get it.

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vice

July 17th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

I am very proud of myself. I have sworn off drinking and taking pictures of myself. For real. My will power is a force to be reckoned with.   photo-261.jpgSeriously. I’m not doing it anymore, At All.    

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only the best thing ever

July 14th, 2008 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Seriously, learn to Pop your thumbs / fingers  in this way/ place. It kind of takes a few weeks of maiming yourself to get to the  point where you can actually do it (personally, I gave myself bruises) – but oh, what sweet release.

If you don’t know this about me, please know that I can, and constantly do, pop my fingers in circa four places, as well as knees, elbows, back, and inner foot bone. Bring it, other pop monsters. I rule this court.

I promise to stop taking pictures of myself doing and holding up gross things and putting it in my blog. I promise.

Actually, nevermind, I don’t.

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honestly

December 19th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

Alright, Bekah. Le jig is up. It is time to quit living lie things, and come forward, honestly, about your sad, post-graduate addictions.  Do not glamorize your life; rather, tell the truth. Be honest about how things Now Are, and they way they will probably Continue to be, for quite some time.

I have a problem.

I am addicted, legally, infinitely, passionately, to television. This has never happened to me before. I pass it off as research, because if I ever want to write for TV, which I should (see exhibit my MASSIVE DEBT), then I should watch TV. A lot. This habit started off innocently. A little late night Ugly Betty here, a lot Family Guy there. But: it has turned into a full-fledged evening habit. Worse than fingernailing biting (which I still do); less bad then um. Heroin? Yeah. That’s right. I don’t do that.

But I do do this:
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Yeah, maybe I do. Obsessively, and a lot. Nearly like background music.  And also:

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which is this adorable new show about a girl (miss cutie mccute pants, who knew?) Christina Applegate, who used to be a royal mc bee(otch) and gets amnesia, and is now re-discovering herself, re-inventing her life. So stinking cute and legitimately humorous. This I like to watch in 30 minute increments before bed, balancing my mac on my Christmas gut.

And finally:

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Honestly- do you remember how good this show is? Honestly. Elizabeth got the DVDs, and we have a problem.

Well, I gotta go. I’m meeting Jared Leto in the boiler room. I think I’m going to tell him it hurts to look at him, or I might just pick a fight with my Mom or dye my hair.

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Yeah, I drink. What if I do.

November 25th, 2007 by Bekah Brunstetter

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So what. You don’t know me. YA’LL DON’T KNOW ME!

Don’t hate, even.

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