December Birchbox

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I think I’m going to have to stop getting Birchbox. While a box of beauty surprises is oddly satisfying, after a year of getting them I now have eight thousand tiny samples of face masks and serums.

WHEN does one use a serum?? And I’m sure I’m supposed to be putting on face masks more often than I do (never).

In my mind I want to be that girl who skips around her apartment sipping rosé waiting for her mud mask to dry, her satin robe gliding off her newly dipped-in-lotion body. But the reality is I don’t wash my makeup off before bed. Yeah, I said it.

I guess the silver lining is that now my bathroom has a travel-size section, which is easily the best aisle of Walgreens anyway.

Thermos Theory

Being a kid is all about being mortified that you have a thermos.

Which doesn’t even make sense, because that’s just how you transport mac and cheese. There’s no better way to do it. But because you’re a kid and everything about school is a battle with your own embarrassment, you could not be more distressed about having a thermos. People can SEE it. They KNOW you have one. You want to die.

I brought this up with someone recently, and you know what he said?

“I used to be super embarrassed about my cooler.”

I don’t know what is it about temperature-preserving lunch accessories, but my God. They scarred us all.