Scorpionic

November is kind of a bittersweet month, its peak-est of moments characterized by Thnksgvng Brk and, subsequently, feasting, and its lowest by the applicability of the horrific term ‘bittersweet’ in its description. This November proves no different: couple’a rull gr8 kidz with landmarkish personal anniversary celebrations, heaps of Fall’s bountiful harvest for hedonistic indulgence, cold wind and no snow, bleak scenery, death, despair, 239854 midterms in one week, NaNoWriMo, etc. And, of course, I’m not one to place much attention in the axiological treatment of astrology, but it’s quite clear that scorpios are the best: plutonic, martian, octal, phoenician, sexual, mysterious, intriguing, and otherwise extremely legit.