apartment teals

today was my first foray into the world of new haven apartment hunting. gone are the days of tearing great studio XXX-XXXX strips off of flier-infested telephone poles and never calling. i am on a misson. i am a huntress. armed with a cell phone and a map of new haven, i am an unstoppable apartment scavaging force. now, all i need is some prey. and not the really nice too cutsey only to be eaten on special occasions kind of prey or the scrawny bare-bones i come from a starving nation in africa kind of prey. i want a sunny dispositioned temperate rightly geographically positioned full course meal. why don't those ever get handed out on silver plates as i stalk bulletin boards in the med school hallways?