My highschool best friend Megan and I used to spend time cutting pictures out of magazines, listening to intense late 90s rock on the radio, idolizing Kurt Cobain and wanting to be Courtney Love, ragged tights, addictions, tattoos, raggedy hair and all.
When things got boring, we'd call into the local radio station, using fake accents, trying to win concert tickets.
"Eeeettt eees my only haaalidddaaaay from Dooo-baaaiii... I must seeee deee Primus," we would embellish, trying to fool the local, stoned radio DJ (or college intern call screener) into thinking we were someone foreign, mysterious, and possibly powerful players in insurmountable game of life, worthy of winning tickets to see Les Claypool at some local dustbowl ampitheater.
Before Tina Fey and Amy Poehler told mainstream girls that that they could laugh, it was Megan and I that represented -- WE were the funny girls.