My life as a Sagittarius is no longer. I am now, alas, an Ophiuchus.
I went to bed thinking I was driven, stubborn, good natured, not entirely reliable, passionate, adventurous, dedicated to learning, fiery, honest to the point of bluntness, and that my sign was the fabulously strong, masculine this:
And I woke up learning that I am poetical, wise, a seeker of fame, a beloved of authority and fathers, a builder, one whom others envy, who likes to wear—plaid?–and my sign is a weird this:
Yes, there are certain overlapping qualities between the two signs, seems those born between Nov 29 and Jan 20 in general are potentially brilliant and self absorbed leaders, but “wears plaid”? Really?
Especially since I was going to lean on that “unreliable” Sagittarius trait as an excuse for the lazy blogging. It seems, my fellow bloggers, I’ve been kidnapped by the Tweeters.