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

Punch me whenever.

August 17th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Today on everyone already knows but now I also know, DRIVING THE PCH IS SO BEAUTIFUL, I JUST DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO.






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August 17th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Headin up the PCH old school style, WITH MAP WHOSE PAGES CAN BE TURNED.

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Hiked, with great aplomb

August 16th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Walked up hill with guy in Army for quite some time; did not die.

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August 15th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


Setting up guest rooms for visiting friends makes me WAY more happy than it should. It’s like my domestic self drinks too much of the mystery punch, table dances then fluffs pillows for hours.

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Close but like super far

August 15th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter


I live close ish to the beach, but I rarely go, given the, you know, oh do you want to sit in an hour of gridlock on the way home? Would you like that? But when I have visitors, I certainly go. Broph had to see the ocean, being that he drove thousands of miles to Sea it. SEA WHAT I DID THERE?

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August 15th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Blogging a picture of Broph also Blogging about Blogging. WHAT?

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August 14th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

There is an Etsy app where one, say, moving into a new apartment with nothing except a penchant for darling but not quirky but also functional things, might search for housewares. I’m screwed. Also, apparently, Put a Bike on It is the new Put a Bird on it.

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Does this make sense?

August 13th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Sometimes I feel like I’m in love with someone who I’ve never met, who I will meet in the future. Am I delusional? Is this a thing? Sometimes when a love song comes on, I’m overcome with emotion, but it’s not really linked to anyone I’ve known. It feels more like it’s someone I will know.  Or:  it’s possible that I’m in love with an imaginary  person, apparently covered in sand, staring pensively through barbed wire, and probably gay,  who acts in sweet lyrics, who is stoic, kind, at once open and closed, can cook and sing, who does not quite and never will exist. Future man person, whoever you are or are not, I DON’T CARE, MY RENTAL CAR HAS A SWEET SOUND SYSTEM, AND I WILL CAR SING TO YOU TIL THE COWS COME HOME, when you bring them home, like on your horse.

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August 13th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

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I should not have Car.

August 12th, 2013 by Bekah Brunstetter

Almost a year with my sweet little honda civic, and I have now hurt it three times, and I have a special relationship with my neighborhood collision center where Everybody knows my Nameeeeeeeee.

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