Title: When you're too old
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Fluff. And…oh yea. FLUFF.
Pairings: S/J? I like to think so, maybe another, up to you. Pick a pairing.
Spoilers: None.
Season: Seven/Eight
Rating: PG
Summary: When you're too old
Author's notes: Don't know what this is.
Not a story and not a poem, you decide.
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist. ;)
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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When you're too old
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When you're too old to run,
You give up,
You sit down,
And you breathe, take another long breath, and look at what you've accomplished; however vague and uninteresting it might be…
When you're too old to argue,
You start ignoring people around you,
And return to the bubble that you made a year ago and hope that it hasn't burst yet-Or flown away.
When you're too old to refuse people, for once,
You let them in, let them win and gloat to preposterous levels,
And then hope that they retreat back from where they came from,
Taking with them all the...other stuff they brought with them.
And,
When you're too old to keep her from moving stuff into your already annoyingly neatened 'Bachelor Pad'
You resist,
"It's a vacuum. Don't I already have a vacuum?"
"Yes. But this is *my* vacuum!"
And you frown slightly, to which she pouts…
"It's my way of…moving in." She says with a hesitant smile.
"And your Bra in my sock draw is not enough?" You say, resisting even harder than ever.
And again, she pouts,
"Alright, alright. Put the lips away Missy. My vacuum can…have a friend."
You just can't resist…giving in.
"Thank you Jack."
Because she's too hot, and that's what you do when you're too old,
You give in.
"Now, don't even think about touching my toaster."
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Please Feed.
Athena
Author: Athena.
Email: atheniandream@aol.com
Content Warnings: Fluff. And…oh yea. FLUFF.
Pairings: S/J? I like to think so, maybe another, up to you. Pick a pairing.
Spoilers: None.
Season: Seven/Eight
Rating: PG
Summary: When you're too old
Author's notes: Don't know what this is.
Not a story and not a poem, you decide.
Archive: Anywhere. I'm my own publicist. ;)
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING. I know this.
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When you're too old
--------------
When you're too old to run,
You give up,
You sit down,
And you breathe, take another long breath, and look at what you've accomplished; however vague and uninteresting it might be…
When you're too old to argue,
You start ignoring people around you,
And return to the bubble that you made a year ago and hope that it hasn't burst yet-Or flown away.
When you're too old to refuse people, for once,
You let them in, let them win and gloat to preposterous levels,
And then hope that they retreat back from where they came from,
Taking with them all the...other stuff they brought with them.
And,
When you're too old to keep her from moving stuff into your already annoyingly neatened 'Bachelor Pad'
You resist,
"It's a vacuum. Don't I already have a vacuum?"
"Yes. But this is *my* vacuum!"
And you frown slightly, to which she pouts…
"It's my way of…moving in." She says with a hesitant smile.
"And your Bra in my sock draw is not enough?" You say, resisting even harder than ever.
And again, she pouts,
"Alright, alright. Put the lips away Missy. My vacuum can…have a friend."
You just can't resist…giving in.
"Thank you Jack."
Because she's too hot, and that's what you do when you're too old,
You give in.
"Now, don't even think about touching my toaster."
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Please Feed.
Athena