That last one, it always gets me: The one where you need to stare straight at the ceiling to get the final minuscule amount left. The one where the reward does not warrant the effort in the least, but still you try: arching your back like you were punched in the kidney, eyes glazed over and bulging as if you were being strangled, throat convulsing in desperate need to choke back the last. few. drops.
It’s already empty and you know it. It’s just the possiblity of more that goads you to try your luck. Then, once your finished you’ll smack the cup on the table with a hollow “clap” like a miniture hockey puck hitting the ice. You’ll let out rehearsed “aaah” and make a snapping sound with your tongue off your bottom row of teeth.
I can’t stand it when you drink coffee, but when you go for that last sip I want to cut your head off.
Listening to: DJ/Rupture
