The stars don’t think it would be fair to give you a new prediction until the one about finding happiness, love, or wealth comes true.
Your emotional stasis, lack of imagination, and inability to tell right from wrong will continue to be valuable assets in the world of high finance.
Not that it’s really the Zodiac’s business, but most people take the dead goldfish out of the tank before adding new ones. The same goes for the drowned cats.
A bizarre misunderstanding on your part will result in your going to church every Sunday and speaking sincerely to invisible entities with the belief that it might do you some sort of good.
Your insistence that no one can possibly know how you feel right now will only point out how pathetic it is to be dumped by three bearded ladies in a row.
Your new pheromone-based cologne will make you irresistible to women, who will devour you, bones, hair, and all.
Personal growth looms large in your future as you are transformed into a 1,000-foot giant who blots out the sun.
Your hatred of the strange and unfamiliar leads you to open hundreds of identical fast-food restaurants.
It’ll be a nuisance wearing the Nielsen box on your head all week, but at least you’ll find out that your viewership goes up when you’re fighting or having sex.
All things considered, it’s a good thing you aren’t in the prostitution business for the money.
You’re getting to the point where you’d kill for a cigarette, despite never having smoked in your life.
You’ll finally find the answer you’ve been searching for, moments after ruling out A., B., and multiple choice C.
