Cindy bravely faces her computer. Checks if there are any eight year old boys next door to program my new television, No! Oh Goddess. What do I do

What's autotune? she asks while placing a brown paper bag over her face.
I'll sit here and pretend the last ten years have not happened. Someone 'twitted' me yesterday, I went to the Dr to see if it gave infections. No, she said, it's a bit like facebook. My blank expression raised the possibility of dementia. You do use Facebook? Why I responded? To meet people you don't know. "Why I responded?" So you have friends to share explicit details about you life with, when you have never met them. " That sounds good, as I strip to my garter belt and thong to do an on line random Skype. Hi I'm Cindy, I don't want to meet you, talk to you or even know you, but you can put pictures of my genitals on your face book page and twitter about them.
Within minutes Cindy realizes she has thousands of new friends who deeply wish to explore her psych. Seemingly most of her psych is focused in her lingerie.
Strange; she thinks. Must be the twitter germ.
Sorry people
Just having fun
Cindy.
And don't T or F or S me.

But what is autotune?