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

Maybe to the dress

May 24th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Today Cott tried dresses at kleinfield’s, where they film say yes to the dress. They were filming a few episodes while we were there: brides freaking out, moms weeping, guts poking through lace bodices. But I must say, Carrie was the PRETTIEST BRIDE THERE, and she said maybe to a few dresses, which I can’t show, but can I just say, grace Kelly!

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To Do, Today

May 23rd, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

I’ve got rehearsal for and reading of my Oregon Trail play today and tonight, which is the emotional equivalent of 75 friends and strangers walking in on me when I’m changing into my one piece in a closet at the beachhouse. But at least my day isn’t as packed as THIS kid’s:

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DELIVERY!

May 22nd, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today, on FASCINATING – For the first time in my life I’m ordering in food like fairly frequently. I never did it much before. It always seemed reserved for laziness and / or special occasions. Apparently I am now lazy and special all of the time. It all started when I discovered grubhub, and then also discovered that you could pay them with PayPal. After I started actually having a job, my homemade monologue money just sort of piled up there instead of being used for you know, sundries. Now I am turning said monologue money into SUSHI AND THAI FOOD ALL OF THE TIME.

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In case you’re wondering What

May 22nd, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

THESE ARE WAFFLE JELLO SHOTS.

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NEVER AGAIN

May 21st, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

The Oregon Trail play concerns middle school, a lot, so I’ve been thinking extra about that special, special time. I actually spend a fair amount of time in my regular life thinking about middle school. I really think that our adult behavior is dictated by unrequited needs from Middle School. It’s a bad, bad scene that I’m happy to be done with, and even happier to never have to do ever again. Other things I’ll never have to do again:

– Try and get a ride to the mall

-Wear nothing but brown corduroy for a month

– cry to Bush songs

– Wait for my Mom to pick me up

– write in a dream journal

– It’s possible that I will again cry to Bush songs at some point in my life.

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Guess what I am apparently unsure about hence my face

May 20th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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I got to see cousin Elli today! We are together in our cousin and unmarried and unpregnant and free thinkingness and being in our 30s ness. We are pretty much the same person expect she’s in the FBI and I um. Write plays. Solidarity, Elli. Solidarity.

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AHHHH JEGGINGS FOR BABIES AHHHH

May 19th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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ReLAXed

May 19th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

Athletic, sometimes.

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Highbrow

May 18th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

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Words cannot really explain how much I don’t think about my eyebrows. While other gals are plucking, mine have always been blonde and all over my face. One time in high school I think I attempted to correct this via some really bad dye and ended up with a face like an old Russian man and have since left them alone. BUT. Friend Jess just started waxing professionally, and yesterday she treated me to a brow treatment. They’re hiding beneath my bangs, but they’ve somehow managed to make me feel much more together, like I’m wearing pantyhose, like a deodorant commercial.

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IT’S THAT TIMMEE OF YEARRRRR

May 17th, 2012 by Bekah Brunstetter

WHEN THE WORLD

FALLS IN LOVE

You guys. The sun has come out!  And  I just saw a model trying to hail a cab while standing in the middle of the sidewalk where cabs could not even see her by half heartedly raising a wrist for two seconds. Then she stood there and pouted. Optimism: restored.

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