Write about what disturbs you, particularly if it bothers no one else.

I hear Raleigh's new accounting business isn't doing well. Maybe up in New York or somewhere it's a good thing, but in Jackson, Mississippi, people just don't care to do business with a rude, condescending asshole.

I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person.

No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.

You're gon' have to say to your self, am I gon' believe what them fools say about me today?

And you call yourself a Christian,' were Hilly's words to me and I thought, God. When did I ever do that?