pastura

Sometimes I get immense pleasure out of being completely sadistic. Don't get me wrong - it's not that I enjoy giving others pain... it just makes me feel like a better person when I exercise my powers to their full extent.

For instance: as I pulled into the driveway today after work, the DJ was putting on his big voice to announce some "undiscovered artist" concert. I could tell he was really excited about it because the anticipation was practically bubbling through my speakers. He was trying to build suspense by withholding the name he was so eager to share, dropping hints and humming off key. Right when he cleared his throat to announce the featured act, I wound back my fist and punched the "off" button on my dashboard. HA HA, sucker! Betcha didn't see that coming! He never knew what hit him...
(Though really, he should have seen it coming. I do it to him all the time.)



P.S. Cubby, the pound pup, has nothing to do with my sadism - don't worry. He's just ridiculously cute.