Or that's what I wanted it to be anyways. That would inspire me to great deeds of sexual excellence and keep me motivated in the safe knowledge that everyone gets shagged regularly in that year.
It's not though. It's the year of the bloody dog.
Which probably means I'm gonna end up shitting in public places like some drug-crazed Canadian bum...
I looked up what I am (hoping, again in vain, that I was a rabbit). I'm a pig. God damn almighty...this Chinese astrology is just there to cheer me up no end, isn't it?
This is what it says about me:
1923, 1935, 1947, 1959, 1971, 1983, 1995, 2007
People born in the Year of the Pig are chivalrous and gallant. Whatever they do, they do with all their strength. For Boar Year people, there is no left or right and there is no retreat. They have tremendous fortitude and great honesty. They don't make many friends but they make them for life, and anyone having a Boar Year friend is fortunate for they are extremely loyal. They don't talk much but have a great thirst for knowledge. They study a great deal and are generally well informed. Boar people are quick tempered, yet they hate arguments and quarreling. They are kind to their loved ones. No matter how bad problems seem to be, Boar people try to work them out, honestly if sometimes impulsively. They are most compatible with Rabbits and Sheep.
- http://www.c-c-c.org/chineseculture/zodiac/pig.htm -
I notice a couple of flaws though...
I have loads of friends. Seriously. Mostly women who say: "Mark...I love you like a brother. Like a best friend."
I tend to talk like I write. A lot.
I'm more into eating rabbits and sheep, other than being compatable with them.
The word: "Lazy" doesn't seem to appear in the text. And anybody who knows me knows that I've made laziness into an art form.
So, I can but conclude that my parents lied to me about my date of birth and that I'm not a pig-person at all!
It's the only logical conclusion!!!