I've always been told I'm a Libra. Fair, just, yadda, yadda, yadda. You know, I can be a bi**h, but I'm a nice bi**h...and lots of times, people never know they've just been slapped up side da head.
Now all sources point to the fact I'm a Virgo. Perfectionist, analytical, yadda, yadda, yadda. Just a bi**h. A pretty one, but...
I feel a little schizophrenic, in a balanced by the scales though analytical type of way. Not that I would be overly critical or emotional or anything.
Do they have medicine for horoscope identity crisis moments?
Guess that's why they call them horrorscopes. Now MOVE!
