I remember learning in high school that if I had taken into account what the stars were like on my birthday instead of thousands of years ago when horoscopes were created, I would be a Scorpio instead of a Saggitarius. Now, astrologers are finally fixing it (and adding a new sign, Ophiuchus).
I mean, really, its about time we got the fake facts about our personalities and fortunes right. I'm the cool new one, which I still can't pronounce. On to Cosmo's bedside astrologer!
Wrestling a snake, eh? Nice.
