Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

Sorry I have not commented here for awhile. But I do come by and do enjoy your writing and your pics. Thank you for sharing..:rose::rose:
 
I have a fear that I bore you.
It is mostly unfounded,
But the bits with truth to them
Worry me enough that
I try not to play each up.

I didn’t put on a bra yesterday.
At all.
I laid on the couch reading comics
And watching television and movies,
Drinking alcohol and eating hallucinogenics,
And I didn’t do a thing
Which makes me the definition of boring.

I don’t feel like pandering.
It’s not who I am,
But I would be lying to myself
If I said I was here
For anything but attention.
It’s boring that I want the attention
Of complete strangers,
So I try to be aloof
When days pass and I get none
Because I am not as interesting
As the disembodied,
Two-word accompanied boobs.
I’m not.

I keep pretending I’m alright,
But I’m actually a mess,
Freaking out inside
About how to put myself back together
And get through this year,
But that’s just boring.
Why should I share
Anything boring?

Interesting things
Are pretty smiles,
Happy thoughts,
Sunny rooms,
Great weather,
Beautiful people,
Perfect hair,
Sexy bodies,

...

...

Not me.
 
Not at all boring to me,

Dressing down, lazing around etc, is not boring, it is essential unwinding, relaxing from the stresses of work, real life. We all need that time, so not boring.

Wanting the attention of strangers on a sex oriented site is not boring, it is just you, it’s what you need.

I am 100% convinced that your Daddy doesn’t find you boring otherwise he would have told you.

I don’t find you boring either.
 
Whatever you decide to share is always interesting... interesting to read, interesting to see.... A very sexy intellectual woman ;)
 
You are not boring!
I don't comment much here, but I do read and... Sometimes your writing gets me in the mood to write too. Only I am not bold emouh to post it.
:kiss:
Annie
 
I feel ruined
Whenever I roam these walls now,
It isn’t with the same
Innocent curiosity that drove interest
Like I had once before...

I no longer want to share the way I used to,
Open myself for injuries unforeseen
By thorns dipped in char.

Should I just pack up again?
Years behind me,
I know it can be done.

My suitcase lays open on the floor already,
Filling with written materials
And a new, beautiful, white, contradiction of a flower.
A big and a little.
Always keeping close now.

To lock the lid and roll away?
Or cross my legs to sit obstinate upon my knowledge?

Damn these four soft chambers
Held together by your kiss.

Image removed on 3/21/22
 
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I feel ruined
Whenever I roam these walls now,
It isn’t with the same
Innocent curiosity that drove interest
Like I had once before...

I no longer want to share the way I used to,
Open myself for injuries unforeseen
By thorns dipped in char.

Should I just pack up again?
Years behind me,
I know it can be done.

My suitcase lays open on the floor already,
Filling with written materials
And a new, beautiful, white, contradiction of a flower.
A big and a little.
Always keeping close now.

To lock the lid and roll away?
Or cross my legs to sit obstinate upon my knowledge?

Damn these four soft chambers
Held together by your kiss.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2089283&stc=1&d=1579536237

Moochie, I love your words, always from your heart and mind.

You must do what they tell you too. You know how to reach me if you want anything.:kiss:
 
Your last poem was so amazing. And the photo truly conveyed a feel of longing. Wonderful. :rose::rose:
 
Do what you need for your own happiness.
You are not, and could never be, boring.
Just share the way you want to right now...even if that's not sharing at all.
đź’ś
 
You know that moods change, suitcases can be packed and unpacked.
Some times call for words, others for pictures, and yet others for silence.

Take care of your heart first, His second, and we... we can wait.
Take a break and come back when you can, if you can.
 
I feel ruined
Whenever I roam these walls now,
It isn’t with the same
Innocent curiosity that drove interest
Like I had once before...

I no longer want to share the way I used to,
Open myself for injuries unforeseen
By thorns dipped in char.

Should I just pack up again?
Years behind me,
I know it can be done.

My suitcase lays open on the floor already,
Filling with written materials
And a new, beautiful, white, contradiction of a flower.
A big and a little.
Always keeping close now.

To lock the lid and roll away?
Or cross my legs to sit obstinate upon my knowledge?

Damn these four soft chambers
Held together by your kiss.

You pour so much of your heart and soul into your writing. That last verse, ten words that convey your hurt. Please take care of yourself. Talk to Ang or Todger, listen to PK.

Heal. Be well. Come back to us when you are ready.
 
I feel ruined
Whenever I roam these walls now,
It isn’t with the same
Innocent curiosity that drove interest
Like I had once before...

I no longer want to share the way I used to,
Open myself for injuries unforeseen
By thorns dipped in char.

Should I just pack up again?
Years behind me,
I know it can be done.

My suitcase lays open on the floor already,
Filling with written materials
And a new, beautiful, white, contradiction of a flower.
A big and a little.
Always keeping close now.

To lock the lid and roll away?
Or cross my legs to sit obstinate upon my knowledge?

Damn these four soft chambers
Held together by your kiss.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2089283&stc=1&d=1579536237

Beautiful
 
I feel ruined

Quite a downbeat message, and yet you lift my spirit with this uplifting photo, you really are in beautiful shape.
 
First world problems

My oven broke a little over a week ago.
I was preheating it to make a crustless quiche,
But it started to make a grinding noise after a few moments,
And then stopped,
Never actually reaching the desired temperature after over an hour.

I canceled the bake function and made my quiche into a scramble.

Since then, I have gone to the pantry with a new approach,
Now, rather than thinking “what can I make with these ingredients?”
I think “what do I have that I can make which doesn’t need the oven?”
Usually the answer is “nothing interesting.”



I got my nails done while on vacation.
It was nice, but also weird to have the polish on my fingers.
I’m removing it this morning
As it has begun to chip,
And it is against the policy for dress at work.

Image removed on 3/21/22
 
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My oven broke a little over a week ago.
I was preheating it to make a crustless quiche,
But it started to make a grinding noise after a few moments,
And then stopped,
Never actually reaching the desired temperature after over an hour.

I canceled the bake function and made my quiche into a scramble.

Since then, I have gone to the pantry with a new approach,
Now, rather than thinking “what can I make with these ingredients?”
I think “what do I have that I can make which doesn’t need the oven?”
Usually the answer is “nothing interesting.”



I got my nails done while on vacation.
It was nice, but also weird to have the polish on my fingers.
I’m removing it this morning
As it has begun to chip,
And it is against the policy for dress at work.

http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2089453&stc=1&d=1579871772

Not good when your fan oven packs up. Like you shiny nails, pity that you can’t leave it on, but understand the job requirements.
 
What kind of company policy and nail polish?? Jeesh. That’s a bit extreme
 
What kind of company policy and nail polish?? Jeesh. That’s a bit extreme

- No fingernail polish- yes even clear
- No jewelry that is seen outside of clothes
  • No hanging earrings
  • No finger rings
  • No watches
  • No bracelets
  • No short necklaces
  • No facial piercings
  • Etc (basically, I only wear the unseen jewelry anymore)
- Pull back your hair so it stays in your hat
- No clothes from home under the work clothes
- No facial hair that cannot be completely covered

All because I hold people’s internal organs in my hand. Bah! Much too extreme. ;)

As a side note, I have seen a bit of flexibility in the dress code during my time doing the job, and you can now wear thong panties at work and have tattoos (yes, that used to be a thing).
 
- No fingernail polish- yes even clear
- No jewelry that is seen outside of clothes
  • No hanging earrings
  • No finger rings
  • No watches
  • No bracelets
  • No short necklaces
  • No facial piercings
  • Etc (basically, I only wear the unseen jewelry anymore)
- Pull back your hair so it stays in your hat
- No clothes from home under the work clothes
- No facial hair that cannot be completely covered

All because I hold people’s internal organs in my hand. Bah! Much too extreme. ;)

As a side note, I have seen a bit of flexibility in the dress code during my time doing the job, and you can now wear thong panties at work and have tattoos (yes, that used to be a thing).

Completely understandable, risk of infection or losing something inside someone.
 
- No fingernail polish- yes even clear...
All because I hold people’s internal organs in my hand. Bah! Much too extreme. ;)


Not like polish is going to hold up to a surgical scrub anyway...or is it just vet hospitals that still use those scratchy brushes that turn your skin red? :cattail:
 
Not like polish is going to hold up to a surgical scrub anyway...or is it just vet hospitals that still use those scratchy brushes that turn your skin red? :cattail:

4% CHG vs. 3% PCMX for chemical washing,
Same old irritating sponge and plastic bristled brush for mechanical.
My favorite word learned 11 years ago during my first surgical scrub: subungual.

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