Year of the Boar

So, this Blogger thing tells me that my zodiac year is the Year of the Boar. What an un-hot year.

According to WikiPedia, "In Chinese culture, the boar is associated with fertility and virility. To bear children in the year of the boar is considered to be very fortunate, for they will be happy and honest." I AM happy and I think I'm pretty honest (but still polite), but still - couldn't I at least have been something cute, like a bunny? Or if not cute, then something that I could get a tattoo of that would still be cool, like a Cobra? Or maybe just a cool inanimate object, like a chandelier.

Also, this thing says "happy and honest," but it doesn't mention anything about the fact that I suffered from depression for like 5 years of my life. Don't take any sympathy on me, because I'm okay now.

Also, Year of the Boar implies that I'm big and fat and smelly, but I'm none of those things. Okay, maybe I'm a bit smelly sometimes, like when I don't take showers or I've been sweating in the sun all day, but I don't even think Martha Stewart still smells nice after that.