Old-Notebook-Time, Continued

There's no date on this, but it's from between 4/18 and 4/21 2008. I can hardly believe that's almost three years ago.

She always wanted to be a game-show contestant, knew something about everything but everything on nothing, with emerald luck and the poker-face of a cliff. She completed crosswords, was always the tenth caller, predicted plot twists and read the weary like a highway billboard for adult commodities.
-What is... a bold woman?
-What is... the world at her feet?

I'll take "life isn't fair" for 600, Alex.

I wonder if I should polish some of these little gems, make the obviously-needed revisions and do something with this writing. But I sort of like the beauty in letting it just... be.