The Cosmic Clusterfuck Of Why We're All just a little Crazy & Fucked up

Let's be honest. You picked up this book not because you think your astrological sign is a beacon of pure, unadulterated awesome. No, you're here because deep down, you suspect your cosmic blueprint comes with a few… let's call them "character-building" flaws. And you're absolutely right. Forget those fluffy, feel-good horoscopes that promise untold riches and soulmate connections. Welcome to the Cosmic Clusterfuck, where we gleefully dissect the hilarious hot messes we all are, courtesy of those celestial busybodies up above. Ever read your horoscope and think, "Yeah, right. Like I'm that organized" (Virgo, we're looking at you… maybe after you alphabetize this book)? Or perhaps you've rolled your eyes so hard at the "romantic Pisces" description that you nearly pulled a muscle? You're not alone. The truth is, while the stars might offer guidance, they also seem to have a wicked sense of humor when it comes to doling out personality traits. This book is your irreverent guide to the Cosmic Clusterfuck, the glorious mess of quirks, contradictions, and downright weirdness that makes each zodiac sign… well, us. So buckle up, buttercup. We're about to embrace our beautifully broken astrological selves. Prepare to see yourself (and everyone you know) in a whole new, slightly more dysfunctional light.