Oh,
dear...

A Little About Me:

I'm Aiia or Koka, Depending on my mood. My hands are always shaking,
and I'm ridiculously impatient. At more than one point in my life I
have wanted to die. I am possibly the most horridly paranoid and
shockingly sane person you will ever know. I enjoy chocolate and not
being in pain. I am a firm believer that romance is a trick of the
mind to keep humans reproducing.

Don't send me messages saying "hi will u b my freind". They are an
annoying waste of my time and yours. If you want a friend that bad,
at least make an attempt at starting a civil, coherent discussion in
plain English (I hate chatspeak).

I'm not emo. I made this account to annoy Jordan (you can annoy him too) and
the name stuck. I'm not a very emotional person anyways.





Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.