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I got the internship!

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Your cheeriest icons, if you please...:D

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I came home today to find a professional chef in our kitchen, preparing a dinner that smells stunning. R's dating a girl who just got out of culinary school and as I type this dumped a huge pile of crumbled bacon onto a plate for use later in the mashed potatoes. That we're having with the corn-stuffed chicken. I think he needs to marry her. On the other hand, everything she's cooking with is things I pulled out of the "KITCHEN" boxes sitting in my room, including a whisk, tongs, and a baking dish....

I also checked our mailbox and found not only the wallet that the rental car agency shipped to me (THANK YOU K, SORRY I COULDN'T BRING YOU COOKIES) but nine issues of Time Out Chicago. Not even nine of the same. Nine different issues. My world is very strange sometimes.

I've been talking with The Chef while she cooks, and she says R says I'm the best roommate ever.

So this evening is shaping up pretty well.