bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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totes adorbs

October 31st, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

 ’Word’ is an amazingly well stocked little book store in greenpoint by steve’s house, the epitome of local-business classy and cute.  We try and buy books there when we need books, to give money where $ is due. Today I was happy to find this  little bulliten board – a missed connections of book likes, if you will!

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T’were I single and really cute and awesome, I would definitely do this (Sarah Kilby/ cough cough / you should do this / cough.)

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courtesy of Evan Cabnet.

October 31st, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

And a happy Halloween to you, and your Mom.

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Red

October 30th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

Minions*! I have discovered the key to happiness!  And suprisingly it has nothing to do with sweat lodges, grocery store birthday cake, or Tuscany. It is simply the owning and wearing of red shoes. I have recently purchased two pairs and it’s kind of sad how much they brighten up my day.

I’ve got my  comfy Toms, which make me feel generous (for because of my purchase, some kid somewhere far away now has shoes and does not have to wade barefoot through cow pies / corn fields/ mud?):

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And my hunter boots, which make me feel British and optimsitic, despite the rain.

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 *This is how you spell this word.

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Somebody loves Halloween.

October 30th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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And they live on Lorimer street.

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Bootiful!

October 29th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Hi, it is me again, taking it there. If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. So: I will say something nice. A nice thing about my job is that it forces me to venture to parts of the city I wouldn’t normally venture to, of my own Bekah accord. Like the Upper West Side. Clean, pleasant, nice. Today, I was pleased to find their halloween spirit in full effect:

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 Spider webs, eh? Touche, the Upper West Side. You know those belong in brooklyn.

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question

October 28th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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What is it like to NOT be tired all the time?

I’m just wondering: what does that feel like?

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I totally need one of these

October 28th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Put some stuff in it. Leave it for a while. Come back! Look in it. Smell it. The stuff has turned into stew.

My mom used to do it Saturday night, and when we came home from church Sunday – voila – beef stew! With biscuits. For days.

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Boo!

October 27th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Be afraiddddd – be very afraid!!!!!

Okay. Okay. Do not be afraid. Maybe just be jealous of my best roommates and boyfriend ever, who remind me of the fun things that one should always make time to do. Like: a dinner, prepared by Sarah (pork, le salad, sweet potatoes roasted with cinnamon and honey) quickly followed by adult conversations about skiing accidents, swastikas and racism.

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And then: pumpkin carving.

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Steve and I made a one eye cat, in honor of baby kitty, who recently got something weird stuck in his eye and has been squintly. Disturbingly, it is cuter than it is sad.

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October 27th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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duh

October 27th, 2009 by Bekah Brunstetter

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‘THE TRAIN, IT’S SO CROWDED!’ Said the odd, greying brooklyn man, awkwardly pressed against me in the bright green rain coat his mother had bought for him. I nodded, as you shouldn’t respond with words – lest you might end up trapped in a 12 minute conversation about transit and Lord of the Rings. But he continued. ‘MAYBE IT’S THE RAIN.’ I nodded again, hoping this was the end of it. But: ‘ MAYBE IT’S SO CROWDED BECAUSE OF THE RAIN. BECAUSE PEOPLE DON’T WANT TO GET OUT OF BED BECAUSE OF THE RAIN. AND SO IT TAKES THEM LONGER TO GET OUT OF BED, AND THEN THEY ALL GET ON THE TRAIN AT THE SAME TIME.’ The train lurched and threw me even moreso into him. ‘MAYBE IT’S THE RAIN.’

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