LynZ

A relatively normal person... but is prone to boutes of random insanity. Is powered by a lack of sleep and an overdose of caffeine. Laughs at other people's misery (but only the fictional ones). Ruled by the spork-wielding bunny assasins that live in her closet. Worships at the altar of the Grindhouse (but continues to refuse to like/understand Tarantino.) Drug of choice... the perfectly programmed mp3 playlist. On her way to become a techo-cyborg, if she does not find a way to seperate herself from her laptop (Cherry Darling)/mp3 player/cellphone before the virus takes hold.
100% plastic does not equal to 100% perfection.