Vicious
A woman, with the most fantastic laugh. It begins with a scarecrow shriek calculated to shatter the eardrum, and then launches into a raucous rifle rat-a-tatting for a good x minutes after (x being the exact amount of time required to distintegrate remaining eardrum fragments and turn the brain to extremely irritated goop). When the apocalypse comes, the sound of her laughter must surely be the accompanying soundtrack.
I would happily gouge my eyes out, just so I have something to choke her with.
Happy World AIDS Day. If I sound weary today, it is because I am struggling to hold the idea of 21.8 million people afloat in my mind. It is an Atlasian task, for they float like cannonballs.