urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mollybeckenheim The Misadventures of Molly P. Beckenheim Molly 2006-10-06T01:50:30Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mollybeckenheim:711 2006-10-06T01:50:30Z 2006-10-06T01:50:30Z I hate my middle name. Hate it. Despise it.<br /><br />Petunia.<br /><br />P-E-T-U-N-I-A<br /><br />What the hell kind of middle name is that? Stupid family traiditon of all the girls having a flowery middle name. <br /><br />Why couldn't it be Grace or Ann or something equally not flowery. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mollybeckenheim:355 2006-10-02T01:16:59Z 2006-10-02T01:26:50Z Silence I have a confession. I'm not really a psychic. Smoke and mirrors, that's all it is. Sure, people come to me but I can't really tell their future. I've gotten good at reading body language and asking the right questions. *laugh*<br /><br />My mom, dear sweet mom, she could. She's dead now and the business was left to me. Mom was the real thing, people came from miles around just to see her and now, now they're stuck with me.<br /><br />Sometimes, I wonder if they really know that I'm a fake. That behind it all, I'm a facade. Not worth my weight in gold and sometimes I wonder if they just come to talk too me. I think the older ones, the ladies, they need company. They don't want to be alone. <br /><br />Nobdoy wants to be alone in the world.<br /><br />I know I don't.<br /><br />But, why should I waste my time looking for Prince Charming? It's not like he's ever going to appear. Not in this lifetime.