Fwit’s Comments (group member since Apr 07, 2009)

Fwit’s comments from the Maximum Ride...ROCKS! group.

((*bored*))

Shaking her head, CL reached out tentatively and was met by the cool glass wall.
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Depositing a peanut butter and honey coated knife in the sink, Minzy took her glass of strawberry juice with her as she went back to her room

((summs, ppl, summs!!!))
Even more confused, CL looked around wildly. Was she in water, then?

((KALDSFJHAIOSDJF
RAINIEEEEEEEEEEEEE
*glomp*))
Twisting around wildly, CL tried to walk out of the room, but ran into a glass wall.

Watching the condensation slide slowly down the side of the cup, Minzy threw her sandwich back onto the plate.

Minzy chewed a mouthful of peanut butter-honey sandwich thoughtfully, staring at her glass of strawberry juice.

((rainie
rainierainirainieeeeeeee))

People aren't invisible. But I'm invisible. Does that mean I'm not a person? What... What? CL's brain whirled with complicated thoughts.

Wait. No. People aren't invisible. CL admonished herself.

When she twisted around to see, there was nothing there. Puzzled, CL wiggled her fingers again, trying to see them. It hit her then. I'm invisible...

Otto wrote: "Besides, I think you're getting "girlfriend" confused with "wife". "

*points*

Otto wrote:"I don't know, this girl I met at KI has a crush on me, and I like her... and I've kinda been working up the strength to either break up or go on a break with my girlfriend... But I can't do it yet. Her Grandpa's 75th birthday is coming up and she wants me to go..."
you said girlfriend...
?

((lol how could i not?
ur everywhere o.o
as in
everysinglegroupinexistence))
When the stinging finally faded away, there was an unexpected feeling tugging at CL's shoulderblades.

((mannii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

A sudden lance of pain jolted through her shoulder blades, causing CL to arch her back in agony.

If you're going to have a girlfriend, stay dedicated to her even if some other girl likes you. It shows lack of self confidence and willingness to persevere; we girls hate that kind of guy.

((lakdshfioasedfoiasjdfkalsdjf nite snowfie))

"Sure. Whatever. Let's keep moving." Ryan grabbed Stanley's elbow.

Stanley glared at Lysander. "It's not my fault. People can trip, can't they?"

"What did you fall for?" Lysander sighed, heaving Stanley to his feet.

Only when Stanley tripped over something did Lysander and Ryan bother to turn around.