I don't care much for zodiacs and horoscopes, and all that nonsense. Some people do, as I found out today. I was told that since it's the Year of the Tiger, my year, it's either going to be really great, or really awful for me. Apparently, Tigers don't like middle ground.
She then asked me what month I was born. Oh, so you're a Taurus. Yes. But you don't seem much like a Taurus. Or a Tiger. I guess that's because I'm not actually a tiger. Or a golden bull, for that matter.
Haven't you heard? I'm a wino, The only one, The happy wino. I'm a beast, I'm just ferocious.