bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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My personal awkward family photo.

December 23rd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter


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Hats; Lies

December 23rd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Little brother Tim CLAIMS he was sober when he bought this hat on his last trip to NYC. Great hat, Tim. APAWS, APAWS! I really hope you see what I did there.

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Thinking (none) things

December 22nd, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

Fans, this is one of those moments where I have little nothing to say, partially because of all of the Dramamine and Xanax and The CHange Up consumed on my flight to Atlanta, and partially because I’m way more interested in eaves dropping on this couple have a really in depth conversation about French fries than I am in thinking my own thoughts.  More importantly, I’M ALMOST HOME! Okay, now I go defy gravity.

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Guess what I Like

December 21st, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter


Sushi; the kind where you don’t even have to decide or ask, they just give it to you. And give it to you. And give it to you.

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White Elephant!

December 20th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

We’ve been fortunate enough to be working out of the beautiful offices of Dakota films, and today we White Elephant-ed with them. A White Elephant gift exchange is pretty much the only time of year it’s socially appropriate to steal things / punch people for stealing your things. There were plenty of gift cards, Bumpits, bottles of wine and Kathy Lee Gifford Christmas Books. After I was violently robbed of my Jager and exercise ball combo, I luckily picked an airplane neck pillow, which I’m pretty sure is meant to hold your head in place while you’re panicking.

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Be a Good Little Bekah

December 19th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I don’t care how many times you’ve been published – is it ever not fun to get your first writer’s copies in the mail?! NEVER. NOT. FUN. And JUST in time for narcissistic christmas gift giving!

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Intimates; Boundaries

December 18th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve got this new bra that’s I really like. Bras are stupid and annoying except for when they’re the best. Amiright ladies?  And like oftentimes happens with new things that I have, that I like, I had this impulse to take to my blog about it. Which I’m currently doing, but for the tiniest of seconds, I thought, I’ll just take a picture of myself in said bra for said blog post. Fans, I was seconds away from entering the world of soft core pornography, mere months before my 30th birthday. Fortunately, I VERY quickly realized that that was a very bad idea.

Most importantly, what if Oprah gave out Bras instead of Cars? A NEWWWWW BRA!

YOU get a Bra!

And YOU get a Bra!

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RIP Vaclav Havel: 1936-2011

December 18th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

‘If you want to see your plays performed the way you wrote them, run for President.’

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Tis the Season to Hold Santa Planks

December 17th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

There are many reasons why I love my weird little Mom and Pop Silverlake gym, duely titled BODY BUILDERS!!!!!! One being that they greet me by name every time, another being that Adam Scott goes there, and another being this Santa.  He  APPEARS to be sleeping, but is actually holding a plank, and if you press his button, he does push ups. Oh Santa. We like that you’re fat! Please don’t define your abs or start drinking protein shakes / grunting in the weight section. Someone must eat all of the cookies and be lovingly referred to as ‘jolly’ and it just can’t be me. Therefore, it’s you.

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This Week on This Week

December 16th, 2011 by Bekah Brunstetter

You guys really should’ve checked out my Act this week. I fancy myself to be a fairly functioning human being/ adult, but apparently, I’m not. This week, I killed the battery on my car after I’m pretty sure leaving the lights on for about 3 days, had to pay $100 to get someone to jump it (not a.) knowing how to jump a car b.) having of the jumper cables c.) wanting to put anyone out to ask for assistance with either) then got two parking tickets, yes, 2, one not my fault, then immediately after spotting the first one, dropped and shattered my phone, then sliced my finger open on the glass from said phone, then, at the apple store, when attempting to get a replacement phone, got my debit card declined because the $100 to overpriced jerk who jumped my car had just cleared, and had miscalculated when my first paychecks would finally finally be deposited,  and then had to run around the mall like a crazy person with a lump in my throat the size of every year I’ve lived, trying to find an ATM that would let me withdrawal from my saving account. That’s my story / Film rights currently available. JAZZ HANDS!

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