“for the love of god, unless you’re prepping for rigoletto at the met, go easy on the eyeliner.” // c. cory i’m beginning to fret that i’ve become repetitive. and it’s not that i haven’t got a clue, it’s just that when something as glorious as this comes along, what does it matter that i might’ve mentioned another similar product just twelve days ago? being considerably beauty-product-obsessed, and also, apparently, a bit like jacob two-two, once i hurried away with my marc jacobs beauty booty that i waxed lyrical about, (yes, just six days ago), i realized i had chanced upon the…