Oh nothing, just my gorgeous sister Carrie and her gorgeous fiance Simon. Okay fine, so maybe I’ll go to London and celebrate their shared gorgeousness. SO HAPPY FOR THEM I COULD PUKE SPRINKLES!
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Um, GORGEOUS.
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How to Kill me
Thank God for friends. I’m having a really dark night, America, and one Ms. Elizabeth Castoria, editor by day and apparently also editor by night, just edited my super emo blog post, saving me a …
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BRIDAL BOOTCAMP.
Carrie and decided that since the wedding is nigh, there should be cardio and kale juice instead of Benedict’s and Bloodys. A huge fan of multitasking, I think that catching up and wedding planning while …
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Fleurs.
When you’re in a relationship of the long distance variety, valentines day is basically any day you get to be in the same room together. But these fleurs definitely also count.
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Nothing comes from Nothing
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood Perhaps I had a miserable youth But somewhere in my wicked miserable past I must have had a moment of truth For here you are Standing there Loving me …
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When the lights went out, they Knew
Oftentimes, when struggling with a first draft or re-writes, I park myself at a bar, preferably a medium-noisy one, where I can consume just enough vodka to temporarily convince myself that I won’t die an …
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The Loving Story
For a little Maco Lights research, I checked out this documentary, and have officially discovered the fourth more beautiful woman in the world, next to Marina Abramovic, my Mom, and Taylor Swift. Meet the lovely …
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Her.
I could really have an entirely separate blog about how I discover and get excited about things 900 years after everyone else does. This would of course be called Bekah Last One on the Boat Brunstetter, …
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RIP Baby Kitty
I’ve been avoiding this post for a few weeks, but here goes. My buddy Baby Kitty passed away a few weeks ago after he accidentally fell out of a window while staying at a friend’s …
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These days, and what the Kids are doing
FYI, these new things called ‘pheromone parties’ are quickly becoming all the rage. Basically, you sleep in a Tshirt for 3 nights, attend said party, place the Tshirt in a bag, and boys sniff it. …