[--------------------------------------------------------------------------] ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #698 `888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8 888 888 888 888 888 "If It's Bikini Kill, 888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 It Must Be Friday" 888 888 888 888 888 " by Shana 888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 6/18/99 o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8 [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] I'm sitting at the desk I picked up at Kmart. Had to assemble it; it's essentially pressboard held together with scotch tape. Maybe it wasn't a good resting place for my fax machine after all. No one fucking faxes me anyway, though. I just turned 22. Why do I need a fax machine? I am becoming the Internet Male (tm). An unhealthy obsession with techno-toys is certain to shorten my lifespan. Or maybe I'm just projecting my desire to not quit smoking. Remind me to buy a cell phone and palm pilot. Friday night and I'm getting intimate with Wordpad. Rich NYU neighbors downstairs are playing the best of K Records. Right. Like they know about being oppressed females. One of the girls is actually thinking about buying rights to a film she saw in Cannes. Meanwhile, the latest count of junkies on my doorstep is six. How many of those six are alive is an entirely different question. Shit, I just noticed the sticker on my desk lamp (sitting on my third world country-manufactured desk) says to use a 60 watt or lower lightbulb. The one screwed in is 75 watts. I guess you could say I like to live dangerously. What else is there to do in the East Village on a Friday night? Go to a $4 Amstel Light bar and pick up a graphic designer named Alan? Just think, I'll be missing out on fascinating discussion in our post-coital bliss. "Yeah, Shana, I really like desktop publishing. I just wish it weren't so, you know, mainstream. I've got these great pictures I drew of anime characters..." "Wow, Alan, it must be tough for you. Coming from the subculture of statistics majors and the rugby team at U Penn, and now to bed of this little maroon-haired girl half your age, listening to Belle and Sebastian and discussing Wittgenstein for two hours, I hurt for you. Really I do." Funny place, the East Village. The kids with spikes and blue hair can no longer afford apartments here. They squat, wondering where their next tattoo will come from, while I'm cozy and content with my 85 channel cable box. Some New Yorkers say Avenue A stands for adventurous. I say Avenue A stands for Asshole crackhead, get outta my stairwell. I need to get to work. [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #698 - WRITTEN BY: SHANA - 6/18/99 ]