I guess this news wasn't that earth shattering, or at least it didn't enter into my consciousness when it hit the papers...in January 2011. There's a thirteenth sign. It ended up moving around all the other signs.
I'm no longer a Gemini. I'm a Taurus.
My identity is really shaken right now.
Jason can no longer tease me about having multiple personalities.
I can't blame my fits of fancy, changes of mind and all around flakiness on my mercurial nature.
Jason's a Leo.
I'm not supposed to get along with Leos.
At least when I was a Gemini I wasn't, I'll have to look it up, maybe I do now?
See what I mean -- I'm really confused now (I was confused before, but that was part of being a Gemini, now that I'm not a Gemini, I'm confused for a specific reason and that's because I don't know how to be a Taurus).
Although, come to think of it, I have been feeling more stubborn lately.
Thank goodness I'm not the new sign, Ophiuchus -- I can't even pronounce it (it's not even in spell-check right now -- it's been a year come on spell check people!)
It's 2012, we've lost a planet (at least that news I was up to date on) and we have a new astrological sign...
Do Taurus's worry?