Toronto vs. Victoria: a bodily comparison

My skin definitely prefers Toronto, even with all the smog. The minute I stepped off the plane in Victoria the zits erupted and they didn't go away until I got back here. Not that my skin is all that great in Toronto, either, but it's not nearly as scary as Victoria skin.

My hair, on the other hand, is much happier in Victoria, as evidenced by the fact that I apparently don't shed there. I know! What's up with that? I was actually quite disturbed by the showers where I didn't end up with literal handfuls of hair - it felt unnatural.

My nose is undecided: the right nostril was crusty and bleeding in Victoria, and the left nostril is crusty and bleeding here. Joy. Also, logically it seems like it should be the other way around.

(This icon was made for me by the ever thoughtful kit_a_licious, who sent me a spectacular bunch of photo icons. This one, though, made me laugh. And still does.)

Great Apartment Hunt update

Ok, so I didn't need to put aside my entire lunch hour to call around for apartments - it only takes about 30 seconds to discover that something is right out of my price range.

Places called: 5
No answer: 1
Would require a second job: 2
Appointments made to look tonight: 2
Apartments that are much, much farther off the subway line than originally thought: 1
Appointments that I'm going to actually keep: 1

Damn. I guess this means that I need to go make a few more phone calls. God, I hate this.

Wednesday nights bring the pretty

( I have one thing to say about LOST... )

( Also, Alias! )

This is the best double bill since the golden Mutant Enemy days.