I once had three mice. I named them Theodore, Buttercup, and The Holy Spirit. They were feeder mice meant to be fed to snakes. I had them for about 6 months and they helped with my depression. Mice are particularly hard to pet, and they started to hiss and bite at me whenever I went to feed them in the cage. This went on for awhile and on one particularly bad day I decided to kill them off. I rationalized that they were feeder mice that were going to die anyway. I took a half empty jar of peanut butter and put then waited awhile before I put the lid on it. I woke up the next day feeling the absolute worst, and I was worried that my family would come in and notice that my mice were missing. I bought three more mice and pretended that everything was fine, but in the back of my mind I felt that there was an aura of fear left behind by the previous trio and these new mice knew that I was a mouse killer. I kept them until I left to find myself across the US and I couldn't find anyone to take care of them and I didn't have any friends with snakes so I decided to kill them in the same way, in a peanut butter jar. I don't trust myself to take care of pets or plants right now. If you buy a succulent I'll buy a succulent.
Imma buy a cactus tomorrow. We can be cactus (and poetry) buddies. I also know a guy prone to abuse parenthetical comments. There's also an AA joke/advice (it can be hard to tell the difference) about when you're capable of handling certain responsibilities and it usually begins with not killing a house plant for a year.
I accidentally said cactus at first but meant succulent but if you get a cactus fuck it lets get cactus's. Let's see if I can not overwater a cactus for a year.
I didn't know there was a difference honestly. All cactuses are succulents but not all succulents are cactus is my best estimate. I'm gonna see how much the one kleinbl00 mentioned costs and how hard they are to find. I might just go to Home Depot and find something that looks succulent.
Take a picture when you do, haha. I'm terrible at remembering plant names. Also, here's a poem that reminds me of this thread.
Sup cactus bro! I'm a lot of things. Alcoholic, succulent amateur botanist for about an hour, cat cohabitator. Ambulatory canine exercise technician and detritus disposal manager. Pretentious windbag. Artist. Of the visual flavor. I once wanted to be a graphic designer and studied it and still enjoy it but don't know exactly how to rank my skill. Never noticed the designer part on your profile.
Garbage man and veterinarian? That sounds better than being able to design stuff to justify how pretentious you are. Design is a lot of fun to look and think about though, right? I fell into clients after working as a poster maker for my university, ranking skill is impossible, it's easier to just know what you don't know. It's actually kind of depressing to me right now, I've been looking for a different job to get my mind off design work. I'll get a cactus tomorrow and send a picture as soon as I do!
I learned pretense in art school. It's impossible not to. I deploy it carefully but I studied sculpture so we were the kids who wore boots and drank PBR. We can be very blue collar. I tend to downplay my design skills. I'm not a slouch and can talk shop. Type set is strangely relaxing for me. I have very firm and obnoxious opinions about typefaces. One thing I know about cactus is that since they require little water you can put an ice cube in their bowl from time to time to water them. I don't want to tag Kleinbl00 for this he may come back around with actual advice