Identity for Sale.
Anybody out there want to be me?
I'll happily sell you my life. Maybe you can do better with it than I have. There's only my crazy mom-ster to put up with who may or may not kill you. And my dad who's a drug dealer/pimp. My son just recently lost all his marbles and shot an arrow at the Lorain City Police in Ohio and threw a sword at them. Thankfully, the police weren't trigger happy and only tazed him. Tazing's good. My boy's still alive at this point and charged with two felonies and a forth degree misdemeanor, and he's my good kid. My daughter lives with me here in Utah and she's my difficult child who's driving me crazing with her hate for cleanliness and organization.
Once you take over my life, you'll also have to put up with being unemployed despite having a Bachelor's of Science in Education. Oh, and you won't have a car either. You'll have to take the bus and bum rides from others. Your best friend will have slept with your fiancee and you will find yourself very alone in the world.
The perks are despite only being 5 feet tall and weighing about 210 pounds, you will look much younger than you actually are and when you tell people you're the mother of a 23 year old and a seventeen year old, their mouths will drop open.
You will also be nearsighted and unable to find a good man to spend your life with. You'll also be an LDS convert and unable to drink, smoke or have sex with anyone that's not your legal spouse and you don't get a spouse, sorry. And right now I would really like to have a beer, a cigarette, a roll in the hay with a reasonably good looking man and a cup of nice hot stale truck stop coffee with lots of cream and sugar would really hit the spot. But you won't be able to have a cup of coffee or tea either, sorry.
You will enjoy writing short stories and poems, but no one will be interested in reading them. You'll also enjoy sketching and drawing floor plans for homes. But you won't get to live in a house. You may experience brief bouts of homelessness, but currently you'll be residing in a two bedroom basement apartment that was built in the fifties and is way over due for some serious remodeling and repairs. And there's no shortage of spiders down there.
If you are interested in purchasing my identity or have a reasonable trade to offer, you'll find me in Layton, Utah which is a nice little city. I'll either be walking about or on the bus. Just look for a short roundish Native/African American woman who looks about 28. But I'm sorry, you'll actually be 40.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Sing A Song Of Freedom
I sing a song of freedom,
I sing it from my heart.
I sing it loud, I sing it proud,
I have from the start.
There are many ways to be a slave,
To find yourself confined to a cage.
Perhaps you smoke, perhaps you drink,
Perhaps you work for minimum wage.
Maybe you're owned, maybe you owe,
Maybe you're out there all alone.
Yet no matter what your bondage,
You too in your heart can be free.
If you sing a song of freedom,
Just like me.
By: Ms. Renetta M. Corn 10/12/2009
I sing it from my heart.
I sing it loud, I sing it proud,
I have from the start.
There are many ways to be a slave,
To find yourself confined to a cage.
Perhaps you smoke, perhaps you drink,
Perhaps you work for minimum wage.
Maybe you're owned, maybe you owe,
Maybe you're out there all alone.
Yet no matter what your bondage,
You too in your heart can be free.
If you sing a song of freedom,
Just like me.
By: Ms. Renetta M. Corn 10/12/2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Cyber Beggar
I have become so desperate that I have resorted to Cyberbegging. I have posted an ad on Craigslist to beg for help. The bill for my Betty's repair is so expensive I can't even get my church to help me with it. I've completely run out of savings and had to close my savings account. And I finally had to apply for public assistance.
I will say that they give us a generous amount of food stamps. But as for cash, it's only $399 a month. My rent is $500 a month and the only things included in that are the trash and water, thankfully. But the rest of the bills: phone, electricity and gas are all mine. No we don't have any luxeries like cable TV.
You don't have to be a mathematician to do the math on this one people. How long do you think it will be before we're homeless? Some of you may have plenty of family and friends to turn to, but we don't.
My add in Craigslist is headed: Need Help Paying 4 Car Repair, but I need money for a lot more than that. I have a job interview tomorrow and I'm on a list for potential employees for the IRS.
Wish me luck and say a pray for us. And hey buddy, you got a quarter?
I will say that they give us a generous amount of food stamps. But as for cash, it's only $399 a month. My rent is $500 a month and the only things included in that are the trash and water, thankfully. But the rest of the bills: phone, electricity and gas are all mine. No we don't have any luxeries like cable TV.
You don't have to be a mathematician to do the math on this one people. How long do you think it will be before we're homeless? Some of you may have plenty of family and friends to turn to, but we don't.
My add in Craigslist is headed: Need Help Paying 4 Car Repair, but I need money for a lot more than that. I have a job interview tomorrow and I'm on a list for potential employees for the IRS.
Wish me luck and say a pray for us. And hey buddy, you got a quarter?
Gruesome
Gruesome limb-from-limb a wander Warrior Hunter had Delilah, a beautiful pure princess of light.
Gruesome hard, cold, evil Dark Demon stole her away, stole his lighted love.
Gruesome was the hollow empty pain of the Warrior Hunter as he wandered alone searching for his Delilah.
Gruesome was the fight between the Warrior Hunter and Dark Demon to free his love Delilah.
Gruesome were the limb-from-limb remains of the dark evil hearted Demon that will harm the Warrior Hunter's Delilah no more.
By: Renetta M. Corn
Sept. 16, 2009
Gruesome hard, cold, evil Dark Demon stole her away, stole his lighted love.
Gruesome was the hollow empty pain of the Warrior Hunter as he wandered alone searching for his Delilah.
Gruesome was the fight between the Warrior Hunter and Dark Demon to free his love Delilah.
Gruesome were the limb-from-limb remains of the dark evil hearted Demon that will harm the Warrior Hunter's Delilah no more.
By: Renetta M. Corn
Sept. 16, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Assistance Please
I'm still job hunting and my car is still at the shop. The good news is my car is running again. The bad news is I don't have the money to pay for the repair. Total for an engine and suspension work: $3,186.86, OUCH! I got laid off back in December. I ran out of savings like a month ago and had to apply for public assistance.
Where am I supposed to come up with 32 hundred dollars? My car broke down back in January and it took them till last month to get to it. Now, I'm hoping they don't sell my car out from underneath me while I try to see if I can get a couple of agencies to split the bill. Problem is no one wants to cough up that kind of money for an old car. Except me because Betty is my baby. I'm open to suggetions. What do I need to do? Post a donations accepted here sign. Lay in the middle of the rode screaming, "I'm a single mom! Please, help me!"
Your guess is as good as mine. And there's nothing like good old reliable public transportation, NOT! Three different buses and two plus hours for something that should be a thirty minute ride sucks.
Where am I supposed to come up with 32 hundred dollars? My car broke down back in January and it took them till last month to get to it. Now, I'm hoping they don't sell my car out from underneath me while I try to see if I can get a couple of agencies to split the bill. Problem is no one wants to cough up that kind of money for an old car. Except me because Betty is my baby. I'm open to suggetions. What do I need to do? Post a donations accepted here sign. Lay in the middle of the rode screaming, "I'm a single mom! Please, help me!"
Your guess is as good as mine. And there's nothing like good old reliable public transportation, NOT! Three different buses and two plus hours for something that should be a thirty minute ride sucks.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Trying to Have Faith
Okay, I'm pretty cranky right now because I'm hungry. I'm hungry despite the fact that we have been approved for food stamps and I was able to go grocery shopping today. Not just try to keep us from starving by buying as much as ten or twenty dollars would allow, which isn't much. I really got to grocery shop. For the first time today I used all of my reusable grocery bags.
The reason I'm hungry is I'm fasting and praying. Praying I do everyday anyway. Fasting is usually only done the first Sunday of the month. But when you really want and need something, you fast and pray on it. Or so my current religion tells me. I guess I'm about to find out if it really works.
My car broke down at the beginning of this year in January. It has been sitting at the shop since January 20th. They have put off fixing my car over and over again, telling me that this job is ahead of me and that job is ahead of me. When my car first broke down I had just been recently laid off, but I had money in my savings account.
Well as time has gone on, I have slowly drained my savings account paying my rent, utilities and buying groceries. All I have left in my savings account is $100. They finally said we have it in and we're working on it. I say I need an estimate, I need to know how much it's going to cost. Not the first time I asked for that. I'm told call back in a couple of days and we'll have an estimate for you. So I called back yesterday, Thursday, and they tell me it's going to be $3100 and it should be ready by the end of the day tomorrow.
Now, my church is awesome. It's full of great people. And I have an awesome Bishop that has given me a referral to the storehouse for groceries more than once. And a lady from Relief Society was happy to run me to two grocery stores so I could do all my grocery shopping this morning with my food stamp card. But a $3100 car repair?
I have an appointment with my bishop this Sunday at the end of the block. At this appointment I will inform him what the cost of my car repair is. What his response will be, I have no earthly idea. $3100 is a lot of money.
I pay my tithes and I make fast offerings. Of course, with no job, their hasn't been much by way of tithes and fast offerings from me. I try to make it to church every Sunday, I was really sick for a while and missed like a month or two. I'm not a person with a lot of faith, but I'm trying. I don't know where God is in all of this. Sometimes it's easy for me to see where God has stepped in and gotten me through hard times with the help of good friends and good Samaritans. Other times like now, I just don't know.
So as I sit here hungry with plenty of groceries in my apartment for the first time in a few months, because I'm fasting and praying that my church will come through for me, I'm trying to have hope, and I'm trying to have faith.
I really miss my Betty. Trying to job hunt without a car is a bitch. You can only do so much with the bus. And when a potential employer asks if you have reliable transportation, they do not want to hear: I live within walking distance of bus 627 and 470.
The reason I'm hungry is I'm fasting and praying. Praying I do everyday anyway. Fasting is usually only done the first Sunday of the month. But when you really want and need something, you fast and pray on it. Or so my current religion tells me. I guess I'm about to find out if it really works.
My car broke down at the beginning of this year in January. It has been sitting at the shop since January 20th. They have put off fixing my car over and over again, telling me that this job is ahead of me and that job is ahead of me. When my car first broke down I had just been recently laid off, but I had money in my savings account.
Well as time has gone on, I have slowly drained my savings account paying my rent, utilities and buying groceries. All I have left in my savings account is $100. They finally said we have it in and we're working on it. I say I need an estimate, I need to know how much it's going to cost. Not the first time I asked for that. I'm told call back in a couple of days and we'll have an estimate for you. So I called back yesterday, Thursday, and they tell me it's going to be $3100 and it should be ready by the end of the day tomorrow.
Now, my church is awesome. It's full of great people. And I have an awesome Bishop that has given me a referral to the storehouse for groceries more than once. And a lady from Relief Society was happy to run me to two grocery stores so I could do all my grocery shopping this morning with my food stamp card. But a $3100 car repair?
I have an appointment with my bishop this Sunday at the end of the block. At this appointment I will inform him what the cost of my car repair is. What his response will be, I have no earthly idea. $3100 is a lot of money.
I pay my tithes and I make fast offerings. Of course, with no job, their hasn't been much by way of tithes and fast offerings from me. I try to make it to church every Sunday, I was really sick for a while and missed like a month or two. I'm not a person with a lot of faith, but I'm trying. I don't know where God is in all of this. Sometimes it's easy for me to see where God has stepped in and gotten me through hard times with the help of good friends and good Samaritans. Other times like now, I just don't know.
So as I sit here hungry with plenty of groceries in my apartment for the first time in a few months, because I'm fasting and praying that my church will come through for me, I'm trying to have hope, and I'm trying to have faith.
I really miss my Betty. Trying to job hunt without a car is a bitch. You can only do so much with the bus. And when a potential employer asks if you have reliable transportation, they do not want to hear: I live within walking distance of bus 627 and 470.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Sucks to be Me
I'm 39 years old and I've been a single mom since I was 15. I've already spent more than half my life being a parent. And while I love both of my children, being a single mom sucks.
Now, I said I love my children. That doesn't necessarily mean I like them. Because I really don't like my daughter much right now. The pictures I have up are from when I did like her. Now she's a 200 plus pounds cow with a bad attitude. She's not a jolly fat person. She's a bitchy one. The only thing I'm looking forward to with her at this point is that she will turn 18 in less than 2 years and I can put her out on her grand fat ass that's too good to wash a dish or pick up after herself.
If I sound bitter, I guess it's because I am. Can you have postpartum depression when your baby is 16 years old? I'm tired of everything always going wrong. Someone at church said God gives lots of difficult trials to those he loves best. I need a little less love if that's the case. I had another friend say that if he hadn't witnessed it for himself, he wouldn't believe it possible for someone to suffer through all the unlucky stuff I have. It's so bad that I pray to die in my sleep almost every night.
Now, I said I love my children. That doesn't necessarily mean I like them. Because I really don't like my daughter much right now. The pictures I have up are from when I did like her. Now she's a 200 plus pounds cow with a bad attitude. She's not a jolly fat person. She's a bitchy one. The only thing I'm looking forward to with her at this point is that she will turn 18 in less than 2 years and I can put her out on her grand fat ass that's too good to wash a dish or pick up after herself.
If I sound bitter, I guess it's because I am. Can you have postpartum depression when your baby is 16 years old? I'm tired of everything always going wrong. Someone at church said God gives lots of difficult trials to those he loves best. I need a little less love if that's the case. I had another friend say that if he hadn't witnessed it for himself, he wouldn't believe it possible for someone to suffer through all the unlucky stuff I have. It's so bad that I pray to die in my sleep almost every night.
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