Forget this whole changing of the alignment of the stars. I am such a Sagittarius, in no wayyyyy am I trying to be this new Ophiuchus sign. Just because the planets have changed doesn't mean i'm a whateverthefuck this new sign is, BOO! My birthday is the exact day in the middle of the sign too. Dammit astrology, you craaaazy.
I was like whaaaaaaaatchu talkin' 'bout Lisha? And so I googled the term "Astrology" and the Miami Herald informed me that *scientists* had it wrong; there's an extra astrological sign to add to the mix: Ofichoos... Opixtus... Ophiuchus. (It's greek for serpent-bearer)... ahem. What. The. Fuck?
Leading astrologers, after getting their collective bearings, were unified and defiant in their response: Not this time, Science.
Yeah, ok. I'll accept it. I'll also accept that I am no longer a pisces. Aquarius? What? So when I sing "Age of Aquarius" in the shower it'll be appropriate almost? Ef yeah! Sure, why not! I don't believe in this bullshit, anyway. This is just proof that it's always been bullshit. So stop?
I am a bit bummed that my mom is now Cancer. Cancer? Offended! My mother is no Cancer! I mean, really... does she not look like a lion???
Moral of the story:
I really don't give a shit.
Update: LOOK at this guy! Are you born between Nov 29 and Nov 17? Haha