Rainbeau Peep is piqued. This is the second time she is writing this post. Internet Explorer chewed up the last one just as she was about to wind up. The fact that she has absolutely nothing better to do than twiddle her chubby fingers on the keyboard does not show her in good light.
Nevertheless, to begin where she had previously begun, Rainbeau Peep has been prowling the JU campus, and she has discovered that the most delectable mishti is sold at a quaint canteen opposite the Open Air Theatre. Take the left track from the boys' hostel and keep going till you come across rambunctious laughter and spot badly dressed men in colourful sweaters juggling flasks of water and plates of porota ghugni. The food is ridiculously cheap and just as tasteless, but the mishti is extraordinarily good.
In other discoveries, Rainbeau Peep has found out that the cream she had been removing her kajol with, these past few days, was aloe vera hair conditioner. It is no wonder then, that her eyes are puffy and she is losing lashes. Rainbeau Peep may very soon cease to be the woman of your dreams. Kindly look for substitutes.
Today, Peep visits the gynaecologist for her Jellybean [spine]. She is petrified of having to lose her virginity to a gloved finger. The awkward trajectory her sexual life has taken is cause for concern.