scrub cakes and seasonal beverage denial

unsnackable vol. 59

Last week, as the clock inched towards 1 AM on Monday night I found myself at my desk in the dark, hunched over the glowing screen of my laptop. There were just a few minutes left in the abomination that Sephora calls a seasonal sale, but I had spent days adding and subtracting items from my cart without pressing "buy."  I'm not above it, despite desperately wishing to be. The Julia Fox of it all. Striving so hard for a ~big look~ that you're forced to discard refinement. Perfection is boring, but there's always time for a q-tip dipped in micellar water (or my favorite, Son & Park Beauty Water). That's why it's been an active process, disengaging from the swatch-driven beautytok dopamine loop.  It's in my nature to be amused. Finding novelty, categorizing it until I find the moment when