George Michael had handwavily had a good time at his birthday party last night and stayed up way late, so he was tired when he opened the stand today. Probably he would go home early.

The stand is open.

[OOC: No OCD. RL is killing me lately. I aplogize for being incredibly scarce and having GMB miss his own party. I just haven't been home. Things ( Read more... )

Geoffrey wanted to be in his theater.

...but he also needed to buy things. Hence, he was at 'work'.

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George Michael stood behind the counter, a smile on his face, inhaling the fresh tropical air. Ahhh, this was the life. He could stay here forever.

Only not. Because he was bound for college and things were working out with Mary.

"It just can't get any better," he said aloud, just as a bird flew overhead and crapped on his shoulder.

"EDDIE!"

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Going commando was... kind of cool.

Not that he would do it everday. Kind of weird.

But it gave him something else to think about besides Mary and whether or not she was getting the help she needed.

He wondered when he would tell her that he as leaving.

The stand is open.

[No ocd.] 

He was not in a good mood. At all.

Be wary all who come to find their chocolate banana fix.

Oh, but hey, free candy falling from the sky.

George Michael OD'd on Milk Duds.

The stand is open.

[OCDless and possible SP throughout the day.] 

Smelling banana's was making him sick. Also was the thought of tea.

If anyone wanted a banana today, they just might have to fix it themselves.

He was still hiring, of course he was.


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George Michael really really screwed things up with Mary. But his dad brought up college and Michael rather liked the idea of going. He was only nineteen and had his whole future ahead of him. Why not go? He could still date Mary, right? Just give them more time to get to know each other.

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There were noses in his hair. Little feet hopping around. This wasn't normal. What was wrong with this world? What planet was he on?

They were in the chocolate, swimming around and blowing chocolate bubbles. This is highly unsanitary. How could he sell snotty chocolate?

George Michael froze. A big fat nose started stomping on the counter with fellow ( Read more... )

George Michael was at work and humming low, I want your sex.

Who knows why.

The stand is open and Mr. Manager is still hiring.

[No OCD.]

The play is going well, though he's wondering if he might not call Amber in for some exercises or something. The role was hitting her hard, after all. That said, he's here to sell bananas or something.

If you're wondering, he's ignoring the jazz hams.

...he's crazy. He can do that.

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