The Benefits of MyCard

Remember a while back I told you about Standard Bank’s MyCard?  I’ve received emails asking for more detail and why women should go for this credit card.  Well, here it is!

Benefits:

Get MyCard from Standard Bank and enjoy your moments – The freedom to treat yourself wherever you choose. MyCard is tailored with attractive benefits and features such as cash back on any purchase from wherever you choose, comprehensive MyCare benefits and special offers and discounts with Value Choices every month.

Features:

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So I might not always make the best choices, or spell words exactly like the dictionary does, or even put the commas in the right, places.  But I always blog.  And I always do it with love.  And fuck it, even SA Blog Awards uses their own version of word orders, look here for proof:

So anyway.  Now that we’ve all seen that, can we click on this please:

There are three days left.  THREE DAYS.  But I personally think you should do it right now, because if you think “oh, I don’t feeeeel like it.  I’ll do it just now.” then you’re a twat, because everybody knows that “just now” means “probably never” and Probably Neverers never get anywhere.  Probably.

It are my humphry bumphry

In a weird turn of events, I woke up one year older this morning.  I’ve gone from this:

To this:

Strange, I know.  I’m so much skinnier* now!

On Saturday a whole group of us rocked up at Emmerentia Dam and hoolahooped, played pass the parcel (with a twist**), ate cake, smuggled in alcohol, danced, almost lit my cake on fire and had a good time.  We then went through to Hooters and drank chocolate tequila and I personally was quite disappointed at the lack of hooters at Hooters.

Protected: The Unattainable.

I found a solution to confronting!

You know, if you had to force me to weigh up the pros and cons of living in Durban vs. Hoburg, I could probably tell you that although I love my home city, Hoburg would win.  Except for today.  Not only am I PMSing insanely but this afternoon I was stuck in traffic and PMSing.  So right now, Durban wins.  Purely because although its likely that I could still PMS in Durban, I probably wouldn’t want to simultaneously kill myself and everyone around me with a fork, some string and a four pound fucking hammer, because in Durban, there is no traffic.