Whenever my best friend Geenah tells me about something terrible she did, like cheating on her boyfriend, stealing money from her sister’s wallet, or putting laxatives in her co-worker’s coffee, she always finishes the story with, “I am such a Taurus!”
Today, I found out she’s been reading her astrological sign all wrong. When we both took a look at it, it seems she’s actually a cancer sign, which should mean she should be more caring and docile. Who knew that the signs actually mean nothing! She says she now sees how she identifies with being a Cancer, but she still set her boss’s car on fire. Go figure.