The power of an imaginary itch

Yesterday while (ahem!) strolling on down to our "extremely well organised taxi park" - aka taxis bustling haphazardly parking by dilapidated name poles and all of us wondering "if we get into this taxi, how on EARTH are we going to get out of the park" - for those who haven't got it by now, these are not your ordinary run-of-the-mill yellow NYC taxis, these are minibuses, unsafe, cheap, dirty as hell- scrap that at least hell has heat sterilization - dirty as...radiation waste ??- they are so bad, i was sitting in one and i got a bed bug crawling up my bag. You can imagine i got the fright of my life- the guy next to me didn't make things better as he commented that taxis are infested with these un-squishable, bloodsucking mini-monsters and they crawl out when you sit on the seat long enough for it to get warm. I poked my head out my window - we were in a dead lock that i knew went for a couple hundred meteres to our turn-off and I was in a seat by the window... on the other side of the door - running was not an option. We continued to sit there for of an hour half way through which, and me almost in tears, i decided... stuff this, i have got to move on with life- so i did something. That did not mean i wasn't scratching my self the entire evening- those invisible bites DO itch.

Interesting angsty... but interesting.. promising

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Who am I? That's a secret I'll never tell. XOXO

Ms VaRouge, tell us about your self... well i guess this is my first time to blog, and , well, hello internet public that rack into the minds of those who prey upon it... Mwahahaha.
Okay, fine, i'll kinda introduce myself... Mon nom is Ms VaRouge - I think by the fact that you've managed to get onto this glourious site/blog, takeyourpick, that you would know anyone sane would not reveal themselves on the internet - so i remain the elusive...
I am an African (as per the redundunt speech of his formerness ThaboMbeki) , I was born in the hills of my below povertyline "intolerant" (ahem moral) country, educated in and i quote "best english school in Gauteng as voted by You" I am a christian - and i'd like to prove this to all who ask... unless of course they are the"tolerant" intolerant type who scram (ps i use words from all ends of the age spectrum) at the mere insinuation of christianity. I dare all 2 contest.
So, those two out of the way i shall proceed to rattle on about nothing what so ever in a bid to reveal my non-opinionated opinions on various issues surrounding my teenagershipness.
all hail, her royal teenship
Ms (not Miss nor Mrs, Ms) VaRouge Random

Ps. I am not, nor may ever be SouthAfrican - so whoever's tracking me, that's scrapped.
oh and btw, if you haven't guessed i am (duh) a teenager - age unspecified i'll leave that to the guessers though you may or maynot hear when that status changes.
one last thing - i do not currently attend the above mentioned "as voted by u" - i'll give 500bucks worth of TLC to whoever can guess my empirical data ;)